A fiendish desire haunts Emily. She runs barefoot through the woods, brambles graze her ankles nettles sting her feet. Fearlessly she hunts for love. A cold wretched, naked kind of love. Her gut gnaws a violent hunger. Skilled in thieving trickery she steals from the back of tradesmen’s carts. She trades the copper and silks for juicy pomegranates. She kicks the skins into the river to watch them sail away. At night curled up in the cove of a tree, she dreams of chasing memories of her mother.
Photography by Ellen Rodgers Story by Nikki Kilburn.