FLEETING ILLUSIONS

Photo: @studiokapture

Pub: @imiragemagazine

Retoucher: @retouch_niclusha

Stylist: @saraserratoe

Model: @izabelamajek

MUA & Hair: @mariacamila.bonnet

Via @officialkavyar

In the hush of an otherworldly dawn, Izabela Majek drifts through an ethereal dreamscape—weightless, untethered, a vision caught between time and twilight. The camera captures her as if she were a whisper, a fleeting apparition dissolving into mist.

Kapture Studio paints with light, veiling Izabela in soft, diffused halos that glow against the hush of the unknown. There’s something haunting in her gaze, as if she’s seen beyond the veil, past the borders of reality. The styling, a masterwork by Sara Serrato, embraces the tension between structure and air—a gossamer of sheer silks, sculptural lace, and weightless layers that flutter like echoes of forgotten reveries.

Camila Bonnet's touch is barely there—skin like porcelain dusted with moonlight, lips a murmuration of muted rose, eyes rimmed in the smudge of something intangible, neither past nor present. Hair spills in spectral waves, as if the wind itself had fingers.

It is in these moments that Izabela becomes more than a model—she is an illusion, a lingering memory of a dream you can’t quite recall. The light bends to her, shadows lean in, fabric whispers secrets as it moves. The world is suspended in a hush, and she, for an instant, is the only thing that exists.

A breath, a blink, and she’s gone—an ephemeral ghost of beauty, lost in the folds of an unfinished dream.