Fall / Winter
My beauty stems from everything i am, from everything i experience. From happiness, from spontaneity, from the softness of days. From this sparkle shooting out of a gaze, from bursting into laughter. From joy illuminating my soul, my feelings, my freedom and sometimes my mischiefvousness. Cherishing what is natural. Leaving my hair messed up, wearing very little make up, being myself. Enjoying these small lines tracing time on my face, as though to make my thoughts more precise, because they also recall the woman i am. Choosing clothes that look like me. That reveal me. At each moment of my life. Playing with them, associating them. Sharing everything with them. As the many accomplices of a happy life, fully lived. My life.