Cupid by @Plum and @Milloux
The story of this set is simple, but meaningful: There is magic to waking up, if you let yourself ease into it*.
Plum begins in enclosing darkness and ends in the garden’s light. Not forcing wakefulness; she allows the night (represented by her black body suite) to linger and slowly drift away.
But there is a curious contretemps. She begins with eyes open, sipping her coffee or tea, and ends with eyes closed, lost in revery, breathing air still tinged with a hint of evaporating dew.
* In many of Plum's recent sets the reference to the mythical beings they are named after is subtle. The Cupid story (according to my cursory net search) is framed by two instances of waking up: the first, waking to tragedy; the second, to eternal love.
