For Valentine’s Day I made an omakase spread in my rope studio for F. and A.
We were talking about goals and desires (in general and acutely), and F. remarked “I want to feel beautiful”.
It was maybe 11p, and one of those times that I felt lucky (despite everything) to live in our often-fraught but always-inspiring artist collective. For the fit, I had a concept to use this cream bustier that I got her at a Berlin workshop and figure out the sort of dramatic wedding train fit that I see sometimes in a Vogue Italia spread.
I don’t often have an assistant, so having A. style and help out was a treat. We put on a cunty playlist and posed her on a ladder and used a big roll of canvas as the “skirt” which A. pinned and clamped to create the illusion of a formalwear train.