Photographer: Luna Lark
Model: Angelica Karns
She takes a brief glance over her shoulder to make sure no one is watching as she approaches the house. She just wants to touch the brick, feel the wood of the steps beneath her feet, understand how her ancestors lived, if even for a moment. She had dressed in one of her best dresses in the morning, feeling a bit foolish at the time, but now, it felt right and like she was honoring those who needed to be honored, the ones who felt forgotten. She may be coming to the party a few generations behind schedule, but being fashionably late is always the height of sophistication.