Paula Hidalgo

Beauty is a state of fugue

Hotel Las Letras, Madrid

Photography by Fabio Nosotti

Make up & Hair by Daniel Coltor. Lyrics by Stefano Bortolussi

Paula black dress by LETICIA ESCUDERO. Many thanks to the Hotel Las Letras, Madrid, Spain

It is only when

she touches it

and finds

herself caught




	that she realizes glass is an invisible despot,

	but it is her very own clear gaze that frees her, and suddenly she finds herself

not through

the glass like

Alice but on

this side of it,

on the roof

of the Las Letras

wearing

white

and

white of skin and hair, reflected by

a surface that has become her friend,


that doubles and carves and gives way to white sky, to the roofs of Madrid,



		and suddenly she's flying
down the stairs, she walks

	landings and hallways of words, she takes off the white, frees herself from the day,

	caressed by light and writings on the walls she wears the night, the elegance of gold and black

– then stairs

again, stairs

descending,

and

finally

the

hall,

where you
see her, and
catch her eye,
and earn the
mockery of
her gesture.