egocentric

silent and calm

normalcy is a feeling

ticking like a bomb

ill wait in patience
as shadows draw near
keep my location

tingling in my spine
unrest in my mind
as i count down the time

full color emerge
there is no escape
infinite electric surge

stare into the light
as i look deeper
my addicted sight

becoming a hollow shell
nothing to provide
i will let in hell

my last sanity
in the palm of my hands
goodbye fantasy

hell is taking hold
we fight for control
but i have to let go

newly acquired body
no more resistance
ive become somebody

spotlight control
stark contrast
free of soul

everyone stare
you want to be me
but i dont care

new found power galore
as i reach down
you want more

immortalized symbol
i have become
the deed is done

text ed

model zr

wardrobe sandra azwan/julien hakym

art director julien hakym

egocentric

silent and calm

normalcy is a feeling

ticking like a bomb

ill wait in patience
as shadows draw near
keep my location

tingling in my spine
unrest in my mind
as i count down the time

full color emerge
there is no escape
infinite electric surge

stare into the light
as i look deeper
my addicted sight

becoming a hollow shell
nothing to provide
i will let in hell

my last sanity
in the palm of my hands
goodbye fantasy

hell is taking hold
we fight for control
but i have to let go

newly acquired body
no more resistance
ive become somebody

spotlight control
stark contrast
free of soul

everyone stare
you want to be me
but i dont care

new found power galore
as i reach down
you want more

immortalized symbol
i have become
the deed is done

text ed

model zr

wardrobe sandra azwan/julien hakym

art director julien hakym

EGOCENTRIC NEXT!

this time we go ego

MODEL ZR
WARDOBE SANDRA AZWAN/JULIEN HAKYM
ART DIRECTOR JULIEN HAKYM

EGOCENTRIC NEXT!

this time we go ego

MODEL ZR
WARDOBE SANDRA AZWAN/JULIEN HAKYM
ART DIRECTOR JULIEN HAKYM

Angela & The Mirror

behind my eyes 

another dimension 

taps me on the 

shoulder, sad, 

fearful, alone.

I turn to my
portal. a blood-rush
fear stares at
itself, at ME. 

my life-vein fabric
surrounds me with
firey red fear.

gathering my image
for the taking a
voice whispers to me,
"come out and play."

"do I know you," I asked.
"your face is strange
to me." 

"you know me 

all too well,"  was 

the fizzled reply. 

"touch the mirror
and step into your
night-tide."

slipping sideways
through my mind's
doorway I asked, 

"what shall we play?" 

staring with
faceless fear I
pleaded, " where
did you go?  I
cannot see you."

no one was there.

in breathy silence 

I spun back
and peered into
the mirror.  

weighing the image
cocooned in black
I gathered my face
for the taking: 

and from kindled lips
I hissed to the
captured voice,

"you won't go ANYWHERE.

come out to
play!"

text by rick burnett baker

wardrobe by sandra azwan

model dewi joko

art director julien hakym 

Angela & The Mirror

behind my eyes 

another dimension 

taps me on the 

shoulder, sad, 

fearful, alone.

I turn to my
portal. a blood-rush
fear stares at
itself, at ME. 

my life-vein fabric
surrounds me with
firey red fear.

gathering my image
for the taking a
voice whispers to me,
"come out and play."

"do I know you," I asked.
"your face is strange
to me." 

"you know me 

all too well,"  was 

the fizzled reply. 

"touch the mirror
and step into your
night-tide."

slipping sideways
through my mind's
doorway I asked, 

"what shall we play?" 

staring with
faceless fear I
pleaded, " where
did you go?  I
cannot see you."

no one was there.

in breathy silence 

I spun back
and peered into
the mirror.  

weighing the image
cocooned in black
I gathered my face
for the taking: 

and from kindled lips
I hissed to the
captured voice,

"you won't go ANYWHERE.

come out to
play!"

text by rick burnett baker

wardrobe by sandra azwan

model dewi joko

art director julien hakym