Vogue Russia November 2011
Photographer: Mariano Vivanco/ Stylist: Olga Dunina
Photographer: Mariano Vivanco/ Stylist: Olga Dunina
This is a girl who enjoys a cup of hot chocolate while watching Dr Zhivago for the hundredth time in the company of her loyal cat.She is a helpless romantic with a wild spirit who loves romance, as much as floral dresses, hippie vests and suede boots.
For her, cold seasons don´t have to be dull.
When it´s too cold, she wraps herself in fur and hitches a ride with the wind.
She dreams of meeting a doctor who can write poetry with her name and watch old love stories by her side.
Vogue Italia October 2011
Photographer K.T. Auleta/ Stylist Giulio Martinelli
These girls like to dress up in glamorous boho chic clothes and crash rock concerts.They like to walk together in flashing colors and textures and behave like rock stars girlfriends. They like to sneak backstage and exchange love for songs.
They believe cold seasons can be warm. When the night is over, they grab their clothes and shoes and tiptoe out of the room between asleep guys, bottles of whisky and guitar picks. They like to skip bedtime and stay up gossiping about the boys. When hangover is gone, they like to enjoy dawn in the country. They love to hitch a ride with the wind, singing the songs they love, dancing under marmalade skies, until they fall exhausted on the grass. They take off their hats and platforms, their fur coats become their beds and they lay there in their chiffon dresses and lovely smiles. Wild spirits need some peace and quiet every now and then.
Wildflowers don't care where they grow. And i don´t care if they are boho or folk.
In the end, they both inspire madly.
They believe cold seasons can be warm. When the night is over, they grab their clothes and shoes and tiptoe out of the room between asleep guys, bottles of whisky and guitar picks. They like to skip bedtime and stay up gossiping about the boys. When hangover is gone, they like to enjoy dawn in the country. They love to hitch a ride with the wind, singing the songs they love, dancing under marmalade skies, until they fall exhausted on the grass. They take off their hats and platforms, their fur coats become their beds and they lay there in their chiffon dresses and lovely smiles. Wild spirits need some peace and quiet every now and then.
Wildflowers don't care where they grow. And i don´t care if they are boho or folk.
In the end, they both inspire madly.
