the death of ophelia

A young woman drifts downstream, her dress blooming into a funeral shroud, flowers loosening from her hands one by one. Her lips are parted, whispering a secret only the river will ever keep. she is a question incarnate: what becomes of us when love, grief, and silence weigh heavier than life itself?

DIRECTOR - THE COMPANY

DESIGN - DAVID SPENCE IN COLLABORATION WITH OTHER STUDENTS

THE DENCH STUDIO

2017

PHOTOGRAPHY - DAVID SPENCE

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