A visual essay of a sunset in lockdown. Life on the streets has stopped. We live in exile within our own rooms, time seems not to pass, the golden hour is approaching, it's time to find a way out of the routine and our libido. Between urban landscapes and sunsets, a day of sex with almost depersonalized bodies represents the hornyness that we all feel. Sex, saliva, warm skin, and orange tones. Everything fits within a sunset
