Luna Dolores - Editorial

Rebekka

Portrait Series, Sweet Summer Melody, Test agency BMM, Rebekka Junge, Berlin 2024, digital.

The Star Gatherer

Ft. Adso Piñerúa No one knows exactly when it started, but one night, as she lay on the soft grass watching the sky, something changed. A star fell. Not a comet. Not a meteor. A real star. Slow , gentle, as if it were simply returning home. From that night on, the stars kept falling. Some landed quietly by her feet. Others hovered just above the earth, waiting to be noticed. Each night, she gathered the fallen stars and placed them back in the sky. One by one, with care, with love. Some returned brighter. Some chose new constellations. People began to notice. “The stars are moving,” they said. But only she knew the truth: that sometimes, the universe needs a gentle hand to remember its own light. ⭐️

A Silent Prayer

Ft. Adso Piñerúa   A visual meditation on the body’s ability to speak when words fall short. In this series, the human figure floats between resistance and surrender. A thin fabric becomes both a tether and a threshold. There is tension, but also trust. Movement, yet containment. Exposure, yet protection. Through this delicate choreography, the body becomes a vessel for something older than language. An inner ritual of letting go. Captured in black and white, the images invite a quiet contemplation of strength, vulnerability, and the unseen forces that shape us.

The last memory

Ft. Adso Piñerúa Have I always been this way? There’s an emptiness in the way my hands travel across my skin, as if I were searching for myself in a foreign geography, as if my own existence were slipping through my fingers. Something is missing. Something that perhaps was never there, but aches as if it had once been mine. Sadness doesn’t cry here — it floats, clinging to the skin with the delicacy of a memory that refuses to be touched. I think of a face, a voice, a love my mind can’t fully trace. There is an absence carved into my flesh, a forgotten heartbreak lost in the folds of memory. I don’t know who I miss, I only know the emptiness fits perfectly into the shape of something I cannot name.

The Fallen Angel

Ft. Adso Piñerúa He doesn’t fall, he drifts. A fallen angel dissolving slowly into the sky. Suspended in a dream, he floats through an ocean that has no edge, rests on a bed that remembers the shape of longing. Moments later, the ground calls him back, but even there, the dream lingers. A quiet fantasy where silence speaks louder than time.

Daria

Portrait Series "Echoes in the Snow" Beneath the breath of winter and the weight of silence, a lone figure crawls through the frost. There is no glory in battle, only the cold embrace of steel and the fragile rhythm of flesh. The frozen earth cradles her body, offering no warmth, only the quiet acceptance of an ending. Her eyes, heavy with the echoes of the fight, slip shut. Her lips, slightly parted, seem to whisper to the wind—words lost to time. No victors remain, only the lingering trace of a struggle endured.

My wings are made of plastic

Portrait Series, Lau Comet, Adon Management Agency, Buenos Aires 2023, digital.

Louise

Portrait Series, Jardin des Plantes, Paris 2024, digital.

El último destello

Ft. Adso Piñerúa We live with our hearts in our hands, our feelings sharp, exposed, alive. We absorb everything we see, everything around us shapes us. We are lights, drifting from place to place, changing shape, changing appearance. How many lives can one life hold? We rebuild ourselves, picking up the fragments we’ve left behind, as many times as we need to.