BUNKER

PHOTOGRAPHER

Kristina Hilliard

Sometimes you gotta disappear. Go underground. Get the fuck out of the noise. Shut the door on the outside world for a minute and figure out what the hell you’re doing. The bunker is a refuge, but it’s not a waiting room. It’s where we regroup. Rest. Argue. Dream. Improvise. Make plans. Figure out how to live together when the old ways aren’t working anymore.

Who grows the food? Who builds the shelter? Who cooks? Who takes care of everyone? Who wants out so badly they’ll risk everything to go looking? And who looks around and thinks: Honestly? I’m good here. Why change?

Nobody knows how long we’ll be here. So we experiment. We prototype different ways of being together. We fuck up. We adapt. We make do with what we’ve got. We nurture the tiny, stubborn, brilliant, delicate things that might eventually grow into something.

ALWAYS

ALREADY

BUNKER

Kristina Hilliard