Poolside and Asphalt

 

Picture this: two blonde women in pink bikinis in a tiny inflatable pool, moving as if riding invisible waves, splashing around without a drop of water, while a white horse lingers in the background of a construction site — a silent extra in a surreal summer play. They’re just out there having fun, clearly enjoying themselves even without any water. Her presence feels magical, as if her wings could turn anywhere into heaven.

 

 

 

 

Later, they climb onto a car, balancing along its edges as if rehearsing for a moment that will never happen again — fleeting, fragile, caught between sunbeams and dust. Every pose, every shimmer of light feels both ridiculous and strangely beautiful.

 

Some moments aren’t meant to be explained, only felt. That collision of glamour and grit, serenity and absurdity — it’s what makes the memory unforgettable.