Welcome to Treasure Island: part abandoned military base, part quaint suburbia. Nestled under the Bay Bridge, waves cradle its rocky shore and weather-worn docks. The entire island had an air of desolation; while it was exceedingly beautiful, we were the only people roaming its streets. The bridge was a looming silhouette above us, dark against the morning light. Dwarfed by its size, everything felt miniature below it.
After wandering through the graffiti'd base, we found our way to a small elementary school that was completely devoid of children. The island was spooky in its own right, but we got full reign of what it had to offer. Sophia donned lace lingerie, knee-high boots, fur, and a flowing orange kimono to wake the island up from its lonely stupor.
This is Sophia, brazen beauty.