Fallen Angels: Chasing Neon Dreams in a City That Never Stops
They walk through the city, half in love with the night, half searching for something they can’t name
Ghosts of the past
In the hum of New York’s neon-lit streets, where the air is thick with the scent of rain and lost time, clad in sartorial fashions with a retro edge, they walk.
Their hearts, heavy with yearning, beat in time with the city’s pulse, caught between what-ifs and could-have-beens.
Yet no matter how far they go, the boulevard stretches endlessly before them—lost in the rhythm of the night, suspended in a limbo of fleeting hopes and unspoken desires.
They move like ghosts, half-seen in the city’s halogen glow, slipping between puddles and cigarette smoke, undone by the weight of their own thoughts.
Their shoes scuff against the pavement, vintage leather softened by miles of restless wandering.
The boulevard never ends
The air is thick with a kind of nostalgia that has no clear origin. It’s the rain. Or the way the neon signs flicker like they’re whispering secrets no one has time to decode.
They don’t talk about it. They share glances instead, weighted things that press into collarbones and linger between breaths.
There’s an understanding: this is what it means to be young and aching. To dress like a past they never lived.
To walk streets that belong to no one. To want, but never to hold.
They are always moving, as if forward motion could trick time into softening its grip.
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But the boulevard stretches on, infinite, a long thread unraveling into a night that will never fully end.
They follow it anyway, their silhouettes swallowed by the city, by the rhythm of the dark, by the endless possibility of almost.
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Photography Luke Dickey
Creative direction Audie Umali
Fashion Charlie Ward
Hair Kazuto Shimomura
Models Austin Adrian (AMR Agency) and Duncan Runas (Crawford Models)
