Set within the fading architecture of aviation’s golden age, these photographs are my interpretation and a reimagined glamour and optimism of 1950s air travel.

Fashion, beauty and performance unfold through the windows of a grounded aircraft, a playful world suspended somewhere between nostalgia and fantasy.

Yet beneath the elegance lies a sense of impermanence. Bubbles drift and disappear; smoke hangs in the air; fire consumes what was once built to fly.

The glamour may be long gone, but through transformation and destruction, something new emerges suggesting that fire does not merely destroy; it also cleanses, releases and makes renewal possible.