Doing this headcanon version of Sunday truly brought out my inner perfectionist to the extreme, from early conceptualization all the way to the final shots. Because we incorporated original headcanon elements onto his canon design, every nuance of the wardrobe and prop coordination went through countless rounds of deliberation.
Starting with the outfit: I chose an all-black textural ensemble. The black shirt underneath was paired with a tailored long woolen overcoat. To avoid looking bulky in the snow, I only wore thin thermal underwear inside, leaving my hands nearly numb in the sub-zero gale. The pearl necklace and crucifix pendant on my chest were deliberately chosen to introduce a visual focal point against the solid black base, while also evoking the thematic clash between sanctity and fallen grace.
Managing the wig was pure hell-difficulty. This silver-gray long wavy wig had immense volume. To keep the bangs in that semi-veiled, disheveled yet breezy state, I applied plenty of hair styling spray to the sideburns and crown, securing them with hidden bobby pins so gusts of wind wouldn't turn my hair completely wild. For makeup, the focus was on sharpening the eye contours; paired with circle lenses, I painted subtle tear tracks beneath the eyes accented with fine rhinestones to evoke the fragile sensation of having just wept or being on the verge of tears.
The golden thorn halo overhead and the white feathered wings were the undeniable centerpieces of this shoot. The halo was crafted from lightweight materials, but out in the vast, open snowy field, it caught the wind fiercely; keeping it steady overhead without breaking the illusion required an array of invisible elastics and hairpin clips pinned firmly into the wig base. The white feather wings also took careful angling to look natural while hugging the silhouette of the head in frame. In a few shots, pulling the feathers forward beside my cheek formed a semi-obscured composition that looked stunning, drawing all focus squarely toward the eyes.
The location was set across a frozen lake, with distant European architecture and snowy landscapes in the background that matched this cool-toned atmosphere seamlessly. To coordinate with post-production blizzard effects, I kept hunting for wind directions on set to strike poses leaning into the elements, ensuring the coat hem and hair strands flowed naturally with the gale. Post-processing added swirling black embers and translucent arc barriers, transforming the simple snowy expanse into a frame layered with surreal, magical tension.
The core of this headcanon was to portray a starkly distinct ambiance—a composed, restrained tranquility maintained even when surrounded by thorns in a raging storm. The shoot was physically grueling, battling frozen extremities and wings that threatened to fly away at any moment, yet seeing the finished shots exude that sharp, somber grace made every bit of hardship entirely worthwhile.