She was strange don’t you see…
In this Tinder age
Swiping for a good time
Setting up a profile to hook a good match
She’d been foreign to it all
A touch. A kiss. A heart longing for another.
She was an alien to intimacy
An onlooker to infatuation and passion
Was she a weird phenomenon?
The only one created of its kind?
Manufactured to remain singular
Until the end of time?
Photography by George Gvasalia