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DAVID LULIC
My first memory was not a lullaby. It was sirens swallowing the night.
My mother covering windows. Television light on frightened faces. buildings learning how to disappear.
I grew up believing beauty was temporary. That every room could become a ruin.
Maybe that's why I build worlds before they burn.
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WEATHERBODY
Date
2022
Location
Belgrade
A silhouette swept into storm.
White cotton pressed to skin. Black leather buckled in place.
Two halves caught between wind and stillness.
The dress moved. The gaze stayed.
A costume meditation on softness, structure, and survival.
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