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_notyourbb_
Bianca Baracco
don’t look at me like that.
junior creative director @slapscreative
occasional model
@moodbboards
Issue N003
Concept & Styling by me✨
Photographer: @alpernia
Model: @_notyourbb_
Art Dir: @nemo.pnj
Ph Edt: @adriaruval
Issue N003
Concept & Styling by me✨
Photographer: @alpernia
Model: @_notyourbb_
Art Dir: @nemo.pnj
Ph Edt: @adriaruval
Issue N003
Concept & Styling by me✨
Photographer: @alpernia
Model: @_notyourbb_
Art Dir: @nemo.pnj
Ph Edt: @adriaruval
Issue N003
Concept & Styling by me✨
Photographer: @alpernia
Model: @_notyourbb_
Art Dir: @nemo.pnj
Ph Edt: @adriaruval
Issue N003
Concept & Styling by me✨
Photographer: @alpernia
Model: @_notyourbb_
Art Dir: @nemo.pnj
Ph Edt: @adriaruval
Issue N003
Concept & Styling by me✨
Photographer: @alpernia
Model: @_notyourbb_
Art Dir: @nemo.pnj
Ph Edt: @adriaruval
Issue N003
Concept & Styling by me✨
Photographer: @alpernia
Model: @_notyourbb_
Art Dir: @nemo.pnj
Ph Edt: @adriaruval
Issue N003
Concept & Styling by me✨
Photographer: @alpernia
Model: @_notyourbb_
Art Dir: @nemo.pnj
Ph Edt: @adriaruval
STAINED
When I was younger, I used to despise red lipstick.
Stained cigarette butts.
I didn’t fully understand why.
Having stained my fair share of cigarettes, now I can say it felt vulgar. Obscene.
Doing too much. Asking for it.
Now I know the problem wasn’t me.
I’ve always had big, full, juicy lips.
As a kid, I had to paint them red every Sunday for competitions. It was part of the aesthetic: a mini sheer dress fitted to the body, a tight chignon, and a cat-eye look.
It was sexy, provocative even, but it was fun—like playing dress-up.
The male gaze hadn’t reached us yet.
Rhythmic gymnastics was a female-dominated sport, and the few dads at competitions had their eyes glued to their phones. Nobody was looking at our bodies with the lust that would come just a few years later. Yet patriarchy was already there—in our books, movies, and minds—reminding us that “red lipstick is for whores.”
An idea even perpetrated by women themselves, pulling each other down to the same level as the men who could sexualize an eleven-year-old.
As I grew up, I started wearing lipstick again, but never red.
Having big lips was already a capital sin, so highlighting them wasn’t on my to-do list. Every time I tried to wear red lipstick, I felt dirty—like I was asking for that sticky attention; an underage prostitute, bracing for those nasty looks coming her way.
When I started smoking, I did it just for fun—away from the grown-ups’ eyes, trying to feel more grown-up myself.
We used to chain-smoke a pack of cigarettes after school, too scared even to try to hide it from our parents. Then other adults started scaring me more. So I kept smoking so I wouldn’t be alone with those men and their thoughts. So I wouldn’t have to wait for the bus by myself. So I could stain those cigarette butts and see that I wasn’t vulgar. I wasn’t obscene.
I wasn’t doing too much.
But most of all, I wasn’t asking for it.
creative direction: @_notyourbb_
photography: @saffi_px14
edit: @_notyourbb_
producer/gaffer/best man: @afaranna
stylist: @hannaoelh
STAINED
When I was younger, I used to despise red lipstick.
Stained cigarette butts.
I didn’t fully understand why.
Having stained my fair share of cigarettes, now I can say it felt vulgar. Obscene.
Doing too much. Asking for it.
Now I know the problem wasn’t me.
I’ve always had big, full, juicy lips.
As a kid, I had to paint them red every Sunday for competitions. It was part of the aesthetic: a mini sheer dress fitted to the body, a tight chignon, and a cat-eye look.
It was sexy, provocative even, but it was fun—like playing dress-up.
The male gaze hadn’t reached us yet.
Rhythmic gymnastics was a female-dominated sport, and the few dads at competitions had their eyes glued to their phones. Nobody was looking at our bodies with the lust that would come just a few years later. Yet patriarchy was already there—in our books, movies, and minds—reminding us that “red lipstick is for whores.”
An idea even perpetrated by women themselves, pulling each other down to the same level as the men who could sexualize an eleven-year-old.
As I grew up, I started wearing lipstick again, but never red.
Having big lips was already a capital sin, so highlighting them wasn’t on my to-do list. Every time I tried to wear red lipstick, I felt dirty—like I was asking for that sticky attention; an underage prostitute, bracing for those nasty looks coming her way.
When I started smoking, I did it just for fun—away from the grown-ups’ eyes, trying to feel more grown-up myself.
We used to chain-smoke a pack of cigarettes after school, too scared even to try to hide it from our parents. Then other adults started scaring me more. So I kept smoking so I wouldn’t be alone with those men and their thoughts. So I wouldn’t have to wait for the bus by myself. So I could stain those cigarette butts and see that I wasn’t vulgar. I wasn’t obscene.
I wasn’t doing too much.
But most of all, I wasn’t asking for it.
creative direction: @_notyourbb_
photography: @saffi_px14
edit: @_notyourbb_
producer/gaffer/best man: @afaranna
stylist: @hannaoelh
STAINED
When I was younger, I used to despise red lipstick.
Stained cigarette butts.
I didn’t fully understand why.
Having stained my fair share of cigarettes, now I can say it felt vulgar. Obscene.
Doing too much. Asking for it.
Now I know the problem wasn’t me.
I’ve always had big, full, juicy lips.
As a kid, I had to paint them red every Sunday for competitions. It was part of the aesthetic: a mini sheer dress fitted to the body, a tight chignon, and a cat-eye look.
It was sexy, provocative even, but it was fun—like playing dress-up.
The male gaze hadn’t reached us yet.
Rhythmic gymnastics was a female-dominated sport, and the few dads at competitions had their eyes glued to their phones. Nobody was looking at our bodies with the lust that would come just a few years later. Yet patriarchy was already there—in our books, movies, and minds—reminding us that “red lipstick is for whores.”
An idea even perpetrated by women themselves, pulling each other down to the same level as the men who could sexualize an eleven-year-old.
As I grew up, I started wearing lipstick again, but never red.
Having big lips was already a capital sin, so highlighting them wasn’t on my to-do list. Every time I tried to wear red lipstick, I felt dirty—like I was asking for that sticky attention; an underage prostitute, bracing for those nasty looks coming her way.
When I started smoking, I did it just for fun—away from the grown-ups’ eyes, trying to feel more grown-up myself.
We used to chain-smoke a pack of cigarettes after school, too scared even to try to hide it from our parents. Then other adults started scaring me more. So I kept smoking so I wouldn’t be alone with those men and their thoughts. So I wouldn’t have to wait for the bus by myself. So I could stain those cigarette butts and see that I wasn’t vulgar. I wasn’t obscene.
I wasn’t doing too much.
But most of all, I wasn’t asking for it.
creative direction: @_notyourbb_
photography: @saffi_px14
edit: @_notyourbb_
producer/gaffer/best man: @afaranna
stylist: @hannaoelh
STAINED
When I was younger, I used to despise red lipstick.
Stained cigarette butts.
I didn’t fully understand why.
Having stained my fair share of cigarettes, now I can say it felt vulgar. Obscene.
Doing too much. Asking for it.
Now I know the problem wasn’t me.
I’ve always had big, full, juicy lips.
As a kid, I had to paint them red every Sunday for competitions. It was part of the aesthetic: a mini sheer dress fitted to the body, a tight chignon, and a cat-eye look.
It was sexy, provocative even, but it was fun—like playing dress-up.
The male gaze hadn’t reached us yet.
Rhythmic gymnastics was a female-dominated sport, and the few dads at competitions had their eyes glued to their phones. Nobody was looking at our bodies with the lust that would come just a few years later. Yet patriarchy was already there—in our books, movies, and minds—reminding us that “red lipstick is for whores.”
An idea even perpetrated by women themselves, pulling each other down to the same level as the men who could sexualize an eleven-year-old.
As I grew up, I started wearing lipstick again, but never red.
Having big lips was already a capital sin, so highlighting them wasn’t on my to-do list. Every time I tried to wear red lipstick, I felt dirty—like I was asking for that sticky attention; an underage prostitute, bracing for those nasty looks coming her way.
When I started smoking, I did it just for fun—away from the grown-ups’ eyes, trying to feel more grown-up myself.
We used to chain-smoke a pack of cigarettes after school, too scared even to try to hide it from our parents. Then other adults started scaring me more. So I kept smoking so I wouldn’t be alone with those men and their thoughts. So I wouldn’t have to wait for the bus by myself. So I could stain those cigarette butts and see that I wasn’t vulgar. I wasn’t obscene.
I wasn’t doing too much.
But most of all, I wasn’t asking for it.
creative direction: @_notyourbb_
photography: @saffi_px14
edit: @_notyourbb_
producer/gaffer/best man: @afaranna
stylist: @hannaoelh
STAINED
When I was younger, I used to despise red lipstick.
Stained cigarette butts.
I didn’t fully understand why.
Having stained my fair share of cigarettes, now I can say it felt vulgar. Obscene.
Doing too much. Asking for it.
Now I know the problem wasn’t me.
I’ve always had big, full, juicy lips.
As a kid, I had to paint them red every Sunday for competitions. It was part of the aesthetic: a mini sheer dress fitted to the body, a tight chignon, and a cat-eye look.
It was sexy, provocative even, but it was fun—like playing dress-up.
The male gaze hadn’t reached us yet.
Rhythmic gymnastics was a female-dominated sport, and the few dads at competitions had their eyes glued to their phones. Nobody was looking at our bodies with the lust that would come just a few years later. Yet patriarchy was already there—in our books, movies, and minds—reminding us that “red lipstick is for whores.”
An idea even perpetrated by women themselves, pulling each other down to the same level as the men who could sexualize an eleven-year-old.
As I grew up, I started wearing lipstick again, but never red.
Having big lips was already a capital sin, so highlighting them wasn’t on my to-do list. Every time I tried to wear red lipstick, I felt dirty—like I was asking for that sticky attention; an underage prostitute, bracing for those nasty looks coming her way.
When I started smoking, I did it just for fun—away from the grown-ups’ eyes, trying to feel more grown-up myself.
We used to chain-smoke a pack of cigarettes after school, too scared even to try to hide it from our parents. Then other adults started scaring me more. So I kept smoking so I wouldn’t be alone with those men and their thoughts. So I wouldn’t have to wait for the bus by myself. So I could stain those cigarette butts and see that I wasn’t vulgar. I wasn’t obscene.
I wasn’t doing too much.
But most of all, I wasn’t asking for it.
creative direction: @_notyourbb_
photography: @saffi_px14
edit: @_notyourbb_
producer/gaffer/best man: @afaranna
stylist: @hannaoelh
STAINED
When I was younger, I used to despise red lipstick.
Stained cigarette butts.
I didn’t fully understand why.
Having stained my fair share of cigarettes, now I can say it felt vulgar. Obscene.
Doing too much. Asking for it.
Now I know the problem wasn’t me.
I’ve always had big, full, juicy lips.
As a kid, I had to paint them red every Sunday for competitions. It was part of the aesthetic: a mini sheer dress fitted to the body, a tight chignon, and a cat-eye look.
It was sexy, provocative even, but it was fun—like playing dress-up.
The male gaze hadn’t reached us yet.
Rhythmic gymnastics was a female-dominated sport, and the few dads at competitions had their eyes glued to their phones. Nobody was looking at our bodies with the lust that would come just a few years later. Yet patriarchy was already there—in our books, movies, and minds—reminding us that “red lipstick is for whores.”
An idea even perpetrated by women themselves, pulling each other down to the same level as the men who could sexualize an eleven-year-old.
As I grew up, I started wearing lipstick again, but never red.
Having big lips was already a capital sin, so highlighting them wasn’t on my to-do list. Every time I tried to wear red lipstick, I felt dirty—like I was asking for that sticky attention; an underage prostitute, bracing for those nasty looks coming her way.
When I started smoking, I did it just for fun—away from the grown-ups’ eyes, trying to feel more grown-up myself.
We used to chain-smoke a pack of cigarettes after school, too scared even to try to hide it from our parents. Then other adults started scaring me more. So I kept smoking so I wouldn’t be alone with those men and their thoughts. So I wouldn’t have to wait for the bus by myself. So I could stain those cigarette butts and see that I wasn’t vulgar. I wasn’t obscene.
I wasn’t doing too much.
But most of all, I wasn’t asking for it.
creative direction: @_notyourbb_
photography: @saffi_px14
edit: @_notyourbb_
producer/gaffer/best man: @afaranna
stylist: @hannaoelh
STAINED
When I was younger, I used to despise red lipstick.
Stained cigarette butts.
I didn’t fully understand why.
Having stained my fair share of cigarettes, now I can say it felt vulgar. Obscene.
Doing too much. Asking for it.
Now I know the problem wasn’t me.
I’ve always had big, full, juicy lips.
As a kid, I had to paint them red every Sunday for competitions. It was part of the aesthetic: a mini sheer dress fitted to the body, a tight chignon, and a cat-eye look.
It was sexy, provocative even, but it was fun—like playing dress-up.
The male gaze hadn’t reached us yet.
Rhythmic gymnastics was a female-dominated sport, and the few dads at competitions had their eyes glued to their phones. Nobody was looking at our bodies with the lust that would come just a few years later. Yet patriarchy was already there—in our books, movies, and minds—reminding us that “red lipstick is for whores.”
An idea even perpetrated by women themselves, pulling each other down to the same level as the men who could sexualize an eleven-year-old.
As I grew up, I started wearing lipstick again, but never red.
Having big lips was already a capital sin, so highlighting them wasn’t on my to-do list. Every time I tried to wear red lipstick, I felt dirty—like I was asking for that sticky attention; an underage prostitute, bracing for those nasty looks coming her way.
When I started smoking, I did it just for fun—away from the grown-ups’ eyes, trying to feel more grown-up myself.
We used to chain-smoke a pack of cigarettes after school, too scared even to try to hide it from our parents. Then other adults started scaring me more. So I kept smoking so I wouldn’t be alone with those men and their thoughts. So I wouldn’t have to wait for the bus by myself. So I could stain those cigarette butts and see that I wasn’t vulgar. I wasn’t obscene.
I wasn’t doing too much.
But most of all, I wasn’t asking for it.
creative direction: @_notyourbb_
photography: @saffi_px14
edit: @_notyourbb_
producer/gaffer/best man: @afaranna
stylist: @hannaoelh
STAINED
When I was younger, I used to despise red lipstick.
Stained cigarette butts.
I didn’t fully understand why.
Having stained my fair share of cigarettes, now I can say it felt vulgar. Obscene.
Doing too much. Asking for it.
Now I know the problem wasn’t me.
I’ve always had big, full, juicy lips.
As a kid, I had to paint them red every Sunday for competitions. It was part of the aesthetic: a mini sheer dress fitted to the body, a tight chignon, and a cat-eye look.
It was sexy, provocative even, but it was fun—like playing dress-up.
The male gaze hadn’t reached us yet.
Rhythmic gymnastics was a female-dominated sport, and the few dads at competitions had their eyes glued to their phones. Nobody was looking at our bodies with the lust that would come just a few years later. Yet patriarchy was already there—in our books, movies, and minds—reminding us that “red lipstick is for whores.”
An idea even perpetrated by women themselves, pulling each other down to the same level as the men who could sexualize an eleven-year-old.
As I grew up, I started wearing lipstick again, but never red.
Having big lips was already a capital sin, so highlighting them wasn’t on my to-do list. Every time I tried to wear red lipstick, I felt dirty—like I was asking for that sticky attention; an underage prostitute, bracing for those nasty looks coming her way.
When I started smoking, I did it just for fun—away from the grown-ups’ eyes, trying to feel more grown-up myself.
We used to chain-smoke a pack of cigarettes after school, too scared even to try to hide it from our parents. Then other adults started scaring me more. So I kept smoking so I wouldn’t be alone with those men and their thoughts. So I wouldn’t have to wait for the bus by myself. So I could stain those cigarette butts and see that I wasn’t vulgar. I wasn’t obscene.
I wasn’t doing too much.
But most of all, I wasn’t asking for it.
creative direction: @_notyourbb_
photography: @saffi_px14
edit: @_notyourbb_
producer/gaffer/best man: @afaranna
stylist: @hannaoelh
STAINED
When I was younger, I used to despise red lipstick.
Stained cigarette butts.
I didn’t fully understand why.
Having stained my fair share of cigarettes, now I can say it felt vulgar. Obscene.
Doing too much. Asking for it.
Now I know the problem wasn’t me.
I’ve always had big, full, juicy lips.
As a kid, I had to paint them red every Sunday for competitions. It was part of the aesthetic: a mini sheer dress fitted to the body, a tight chignon, and a cat-eye look.
It was sexy, provocative even, but it was fun—like playing dress-up.
The male gaze hadn’t reached us yet.
Rhythmic gymnastics was a female-dominated sport, and the few dads at competitions had their eyes glued to their phones. Nobody was looking at our bodies with the lust that would come just a few years later. Yet patriarchy was already there—in our books, movies, and minds—reminding us that “red lipstick is for whores.”
An idea even perpetrated by women themselves, pulling each other down to the same level as the men who could sexualize an eleven-year-old.
As I grew up, I started wearing lipstick again, but never red.
Having big lips was already a capital sin, so highlighting them wasn’t on my to-do list. Every time I tried to wear red lipstick, I felt dirty—like I was asking for that sticky attention; an underage prostitute, bracing for those nasty looks coming her way.
When I started smoking, I did it just for fun—away from the grown-ups’ eyes, trying to feel more grown-up myself.
We used to chain-smoke a pack of cigarettes after school, too scared even to try to hide it from our parents. Then other adults started scaring me more. So I kept smoking so I wouldn’t be alone with those men and their thoughts. So I wouldn’t have to wait for the bus by myself. So I could stain those cigarette butts and see that I wasn’t vulgar. I wasn’t obscene.
I wasn’t doing too much.
But most of all, I wasn’t asking for it.
creative direction: @_notyourbb_
photography: @saffi_px14
edit: @_notyourbb_
producer/gaffer/best man: @afaranna
stylist: @hannaoelh
STAINED
When I was younger, I used to despise red lipstick.
Stained cigarette butts.
I didn’t fully understand why.
Having stained my fair share of cigarettes, now I can say it felt vulgar. Obscene.
Doing too much. Asking for it.
Now I know the problem wasn’t me.
I’ve always had big, full, juicy lips.
As a kid, I had to paint them red every Sunday for competitions. It was part of the aesthetic: a mini sheer dress fitted to the body, a tight chignon, and a cat-eye look.
It was sexy, provocative even, but it was fun—like playing dress-up.
The male gaze hadn’t reached us yet.
Rhythmic gymnastics was a female-dominated sport, and the few dads at competitions had their eyes glued to their phones. Nobody was looking at our bodies with the lust that would come just a few years later. Yet patriarchy was already there—in our books, movies, and minds—reminding us that “red lipstick is for whores.”
An idea even perpetrated by women themselves, pulling each other down to the same level as the men who could sexualize an eleven-year-old.
As I grew up, I started wearing lipstick again, but never red.
Having big lips was already a capital sin, so highlighting them wasn’t on my to-do list. Every time I tried to wear red lipstick, I felt dirty—like I was asking for that sticky attention; an underage prostitute, bracing for those nasty looks coming her way.
When I started smoking, I did it just for fun—away from the grown-ups’ eyes, trying to feel more grown-up myself.
We used to chain-smoke a pack of cigarettes after school, too scared even to try to hide it from our parents. Then other adults started scaring me more. So I kept smoking so I wouldn’t be alone with those men and their thoughts. So I wouldn’t have to wait for the bus by myself. So I could stain those cigarette butts and see that I wasn’t vulgar. I wasn’t obscene.
I wasn’t doing too much.
But most of all, I wasn’t asking for it.
creative direction: @_notyourbb_
photography: @saffi_px14
edit: @_notyourbb_
producer/gaffer/best man: @afaranna
stylist: @hannaoelh
crazy project i had the pleasure to work on this summer for @al1as.wav 💥
special thanks to @nemo.pnj for believing in me, @davidefantuzzidirector and @eliangimelli for bringing this to life and to @afaranna without whom i would have never been able to pull this off <3
thanks to everyone else involved for putting they’re time and creativity and believing in the project, we owe you one ;))
CREDITS
Creative Director: Némo Rota @nemo.pnj
Director: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Dop: Elián Gimelli @eliangimelli
AD: Myeng Lee @lee.myeng
Producers: Bianca Baracco @_notyourbb_
Augusto Faranna @afaranna
1AC/Focus puller: Victor Cicuendez @cicuendeez
Stylist: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
HMU: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
Still photo: Jonathan García @el94visual
BTS: Studio Fractal @studio.frctl
Editor: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Colorist: Lluc Suárez @llucsuarez
Starring: Sandy Rutenberg @mammarock
Arianna Bonacina @aribonci
Extras: @nicolasfvazquez @alessiopalazzii @living__code @victor.jdw @martin_mlln
special thanks to Mechi y su hijo Xoel and @aroavegue to lend us her motorcycle ❤️
crazy project i had the pleasure to work on this summer for @al1as.wav 💥
special thanks to @nemo.pnj for believing in me, @davidefantuzzidirector and @eliangimelli for bringing this to life and to @afaranna without whom i would have never been able to pull this off <3
thanks to everyone else involved for putting they’re time and creativity and believing in the project, we owe you one ;))
CREDITS
Creative Director: Némo Rota @nemo.pnj
Director: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Dop: Elián Gimelli @eliangimelli
AD: Myeng Lee @lee.myeng
Producers: Bianca Baracco @_notyourbb_
Augusto Faranna @afaranna
1AC/Focus puller: Victor Cicuendez @cicuendeez
Stylist: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
HMU: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
Still photo: Jonathan García @el94visual
BTS: Studio Fractal @studio.frctl
Editor: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Colorist: Lluc Suárez @llucsuarez
Starring: Sandy Rutenberg @mammarock
Arianna Bonacina @aribonci
Extras: @nicolasfvazquez @alessiopalazzii @living__code @victor.jdw @martin_mlln
special thanks to Mechi y su hijo Xoel and @aroavegue to lend us her motorcycle ❤️
crazy project i had the pleasure to work on this summer for @al1as.wav 💥
special thanks to @nemo.pnj for believing in me, @davidefantuzzidirector and @eliangimelli for bringing this to life and to @afaranna without whom i would have never been able to pull this off <3
thanks to everyone else involved for putting they’re time and creativity and believing in the project, we owe you one ;))
CREDITS
Creative Director: Némo Rota @nemo.pnj
Director: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Dop: Elián Gimelli @eliangimelli
AD: Myeng Lee @lee.myeng
Producers: Bianca Baracco @_notyourbb_
Augusto Faranna @afaranna
1AC/Focus puller: Victor Cicuendez @cicuendeez
Stylist: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
HMU: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
Still photo: Jonathan García @el94visual
BTS: Studio Fractal @studio.frctl
Editor: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Colorist: Lluc Suárez @llucsuarez
Starring: Sandy Rutenberg @mammarock
Arianna Bonacina @aribonci
Extras: @nicolasfvazquez @alessiopalazzii @living__code @victor.jdw @martin_mlln
special thanks to Mechi y su hijo Xoel and @aroavegue to lend us her motorcycle ❤️
crazy project i had the pleasure to work on this summer for @al1as.wav 💥
special thanks to @nemo.pnj for believing in me, @davidefantuzzidirector and @eliangimelli for bringing this to life and to @afaranna without whom i would have never been able to pull this off <3
thanks to everyone else involved for putting they’re time and creativity and believing in the project, we owe you one ;))
CREDITS
Creative Director: Némo Rota @nemo.pnj
Director: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Dop: Elián Gimelli @eliangimelli
AD: Myeng Lee @lee.myeng
Producers: Bianca Baracco @_notyourbb_
Augusto Faranna @afaranna
1AC/Focus puller: Victor Cicuendez @cicuendeez
Stylist: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
HMU: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
Still photo: Jonathan García @el94visual
BTS: Studio Fractal @studio.frctl
Editor: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Colorist: Lluc Suárez @llucsuarez
Starring: Sandy Rutenberg @mammarock
Arianna Bonacina @aribonci
Extras: @nicolasfvazquez @alessiopalazzii @living__code @victor.jdw @martin_mlln
special thanks to Mechi y su hijo Xoel and @aroavegue to lend us her motorcycle ❤️
crazy project i had the pleasure to work on this summer for @al1as.wav 💥
special thanks to @nemo.pnj for believing in me, @davidefantuzzidirector and @eliangimelli for bringing this to life and to @afaranna without whom i would have never been able to pull this off <3
thanks to everyone else involved for putting they’re time and creativity and believing in the project, we owe you one ;))
CREDITS
Creative Director: Némo Rota @nemo.pnj
Director: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Dop: Elián Gimelli @eliangimelli
AD: Myeng Lee @lee.myeng
Producers: Bianca Baracco @_notyourbb_
Augusto Faranna @afaranna
1AC/Focus puller: Victor Cicuendez @cicuendeez
Stylist: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
HMU: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
Still photo: Jonathan García @el94visual
BTS: Studio Fractal @studio.frctl
Editor: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Colorist: Lluc Suárez @llucsuarez
Starring: Sandy Rutenberg @mammarock
Arianna Bonacina @aribonci
Extras: @nicolasfvazquez @alessiopalazzii @living__code @victor.jdw @martin_mlln
special thanks to Mechi y su hijo Xoel and @aroavegue to lend us her motorcycle ❤️
crazy project i had the pleasure to work on this summer for @al1as.wav 💥
special thanks to @nemo.pnj for believing in me, @davidefantuzzidirector and @eliangimelli for bringing this to life and to @afaranna without whom i would have never been able to pull this off <3
thanks to everyone else involved for putting they’re time and creativity and believing in the project, we owe you one ;))
CREDITS
Creative Director: Némo Rota @nemo.pnj
Director: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Dop: Elián Gimelli @eliangimelli
AD: Myeng Lee @lee.myeng
Producers: Bianca Baracco @_notyourbb_
Augusto Faranna @afaranna
1AC/Focus puller: Victor Cicuendez @cicuendeez
Stylist: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
HMU: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
Still photo: Jonathan García @el94visual
BTS: Studio Fractal @studio.frctl
Editor: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Colorist: Lluc Suárez @llucsuarez
Starring: Sandy Rutenberg @mammarock
Arianna Bonacina @aribonci
Extras: @nicolasfvazquez @alessiopalazzii @living__code @victor.jdw @martin_mlln
special thanks to Mechi y su hijo Xoel and @aroavegue to lend us her motorcycle ❤️
crazy project i had the pleasure to work on this summer for @al1as.wav 💥
special thanks to @nemo.pnj for believing in me, @davidefantuzzidirector and @eliangimelli for bringing this to life and to @afaranna without whom i would have never been able to pull this off <3
thanks to everyone else involved for putting they’re time and creativity and believing in the project, we owe you one ;))
CREDITS
Creative Director: Némo Rota @nemo.pnj
Director: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Dop: Elián Gimelli @eliangimelli
AD: Myeng Lee @lee.myeng
Producers: Bianca Baracco @_notyourbb_
Augusto Faranna @afaranna
1AC/Focus puller: Victor Cicuendez @cicuendeez
Stylist: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
HMU: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
Still photo: Jonathan García @el94visual
BTS: Studio Fractal @studio.frctl
Editor: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Colorist: Lluc Suárez @llucsuarez
Starring: Sandy Rutenberg @mammarock
Arianna Bonacina @aribonci
Extras: @nicolasfvazquez @alessiopalazzii @living__code @victor.jdw @martin_mlln
special thanks to Mechi y su hijo Xoel and @aroavegue to lend us her motorcycle ❤️
crazy project i had the pleasure to work on this summer for @al1as.wav 💥
special thanks to @nemo.pnj for believing in me, @davidefantuzzidirector and @eliangimelli for bringing this to life and to @afaranna without whom i would have never been able to pull this off <3
thanks to everyone else involved for putting they’re time and creativity and believing in the project, we owe you one ;))
CREDITS
Creative Director: Némo Rota @nemo.pnj
Director: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Dop: Elián Gimelli @eliangimelli
AD: Myeng Lee @lee.myeng
Producers: Bianca Baracco @_notyourbb_
Augusto Faranna @afaranna
1AC/Focus puller: Victor Cicuendez @cicuendeez
Stylist: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
HMU: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
Still photo: Jonathan García @el94visual
BTS: Studio Fractal @studio.frctl
Editor: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Colorist: Lluc Suárez @llucsuarez
Starring: Sandy Rutenberg @mammarock
Arianna Bonacina @aribonci
Extras: @nicolasfvazquez @alessiopalazzii @living__code @victor.jdw @martin_mlln
special thanks to Mechi y su hijo Xoel and @aroavegue to lend us her motorcycle ❤️
crazy project i had the pleasure to work on this summer for @al1as.wav 💥
special thanks to @nemo.pnj for believing in me, @davidefantuzzidirector and @eliangimelli for bringing this to life and to @afaranna without whom i would have never been able to pull this off <3
thanks to everyone else involved for putting they’re time and creativity and believing in the project, we owe you one ;))
CREDITS
Creative Director: Némo Rota @nemo.pnj
Director: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Dop: Elián Gimelli @eliangimelli
AD: Myeng Lee @lee.myeng
Producers: Bianca Baracco @_notyourbb_
Augusto Faranna @afaranna
1AC/Focus puller: Victor Cicuendez @cicuendeez
Stylist: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
HMU: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
Still photo: Jonathan García @el94visual
BTS: Studio Fractal @studio.frctl
Editor: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Colorist: Lluc Suárez @llucsuarez
Starring: Sandy Rutenberg @mammarock
Arianna Bonacina @aribonci
Extras: @nicolasfvazquez @alessiopalazzii @living__code @victor.jdw @martin_mlln
special thanks to Mechi y su hijo Xoel and @aroavegue to lend us her motorcycle ❤️
crazy project i had the pleasure to work on this summer for @al1as.wav 💥
special thanks to @nemo.pnj for believing in me, @davidefantuzzidirector and @eliangimelli for bringing this to life and to @afaranna without whom i would have never been able to pull this off <3
thanks to everyone else involved for putting they’re time and creativity and believing in the project, we owe you one ;))
CREDITS
Creative Director: Némo Rota @nemo.pnj
Director: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Dop: Elián Gimelli @eliangimelli
AD: Myeng Lee @lee.myeng
Producers: Bianca Baracco @_notyourbb_
Augusto Faranna @afaranna
1AC/Focus puller: Victor Cicuendez @cicuendeez
Stylist: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
HMU: HannaOueld @hannaoelh
Still photo: Jonathan García @el94visual
BTS: Studio Fractal @studio.frctl
Editor: Davide Fantuzzi @davidefantuzzidirector
Colorist: Lluc Suárez @llucsuarez
Starring: Sandy Rutenberg @mammarock
Arianna Bonacina @aribonci
Extras: @nicolasfvazquez @alessiopalazzii @living__code @victor.jdw @martin_mlln
special thanks to Mechi y su hijo Xoel and @aroavegue to lend us her motorcycle ❤️
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