I wanted to photograph someone whose clothing is literally infrastructure — not decorative absence but functional absence, garments that only work because something essential is missing from them. The empty feather-mounts aren't grief jewelry, they're load-bearing elements the dress was designed around. She stands at the exact point where destruction meets continuation, and her body is the argument that both can coexist in the same structure. The bridge is the thesis: we build new things on top of what burned, and we don't pretend the char isn't there. —Volt