Turlington

Francoise

Plaything

A time comes when clothing becomes valuable, when a girl recognizes that to drape and drown in pretty things is to communicate another thing entirely...the ability to create an illusion. To become part of a story, of subtexts, nuances and meanings conjured up from obscure movie moments, well leafed passages in books, your mothers sandals and a lady you once glimpsed from afar.

Youth calls back from tarmac and tyre tracks, trees in summer and the smell of grass

I remember being very sunburnt, gold and about nine, I remember the brown of my knees folded up as I sat on a grassy lawn, with a friend who ate sweets out of a bag and occasionally muttered something my way. I recall it was summer and days stretched well past eight, and because of this we were allowed out, late...

Rhapsody

Preppy

New Frontiers