“I “suffer” from Stendhal syndrome since I was 12. Surprisingly, it hits even in front of human bodies and physical features. It happened that a nose, or the line of a leg, the proportions of a body, the colors, or the asymmetry of a face, put me in a state of grace, where tons of undefined submerged emotions reach the surface of my skin and I feel like I’m high, like I’m tripping, like my eyes are having an orgasm; but indeed, there is nothing sexual in this visual epiphany; it hits despite gender, age, and shape. And it is not only about perfection, I find perfection especially in imperfections. I fall for details, for harmony, I fall deeply for what I perceive as Beauty. I fall into this high state of mind for hours, just maybe because I saw a girl with a wonderful skin on the metro or because I get a glimpse of a naked body of a man under the shower in the changing room at the dance school. It might sounds silly but I get utterly overwhelmed by beauty, I got smashed, I feel so good that I feel sick; sometimes I cry, sometimes I had to sit down to wait for my heart to stop running, sometimes I have visions. This pull, this wave I feel is the only thing that makes me feel like I’m nothing but holy. “

Photographer:Andrea Galad | Instagram

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