fashion editorial
designer
Epic Couture
production
Mina Löscher
Photography
Pascal Bräuer
creative Direction
Adi Lozancic
Agency
Flare Models
Talents
Olga Dudka
Marina Pirnak
Lara-Sophie Kettel
Hair and make-up
Roman Klammer
Location | Host
Palais Auersberg
helping hands
Andi Löscher
A house becomes a home when memories softly linger, whispering through the hallways.
The morning light, once a stranger, is now a familiar friend.
The floor, my playground; the attic, my sanctuary. Secret doors open to forgotten places —
deep within my mind.
These walls bear witness to a former self.
The girl became a woman, and her ascent to glory now speaks through her eyes.
Her breath, unyielding.
She is unafraid to face herself.
She is never lonely in her solitude.
Time stretches, distorts. One door closes, another opens.
Fleeting emotions bid me farewell.
Scarlet dreams, green rooms, chandeliers, and wooden pillars — monuments to protect an innocence lost centuries ago.
Let me leave, so I may return again. Silently, you will hear my steps.
But my desire will echo through the rooms and windows, until one day,
I too become a memory.
– Adi Lozancic for
Epic Couture
fashion editorial
designer
Epic Couture
production
Meina Löscher
Photography
Pascal Bräuer
creative Direction
Adi Lozancic
Agency
Flare Models
Talents
Olga Dudka
Marina Pirnak
Lara-Sophie Kettel
Hair and make-up
Roman Klammer
Location | Host
Palais Auersberg
helping hands
Andi Löscher
A house becomes a home when memories softly linger, whispering through the hallways.
The floor, my playground; the attic, my sanctuary.
Secret doors open to forgotten places —
deep within my mind.
These walls bear witness to a former self. The girl became a woman, and her ascent to glory now speaks through her eyes.
Her breath, unyielding.
She is unafraid
to face herself.
She is never lonely in her solitude.
Time stretches, distorts. One door closes, another opens.
Fleeting emotions bid me farewell.
Scarlet dreams, green rooms, chandeliers, and wooden pillars — monuments to protect an innocence lost centuries ago.
Let me leave, so I may return again. Silently, you will hear my steps.
But my desire will echo through the rooms and windows, until one day, I too become a memory.
– Adi Lozancic for
Epic Couture
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