CMA

This shoot unravels.
Not neatly. Not softly.
But in the way a story breaks open when it can’t hold itself anymore.

Marissa carries that moment—where grace meets grief, where clarity hasn’t arrived, but presence still insists.
The clothes hang loose. The lines blur. Her stillness isn’t peace—it’s pause. The kind that holds weight.

There’s beauty here, but it’s not polished.
It’s becoming.
A woman mid-unraveling. Mid-reckoning. Mid-rewrite.

What’s left won’t be the same.
And that’s the point.

Marissa Gates