I’m a mystery... or am I?
Has she just arrived?
There’s a calmness in her eyes, her hands gently hover over her hips, the tapered effect of her black pants reveals a glimpse of ankle, her white shirt is so very simple. Slightly dry wool gabardine, paperlike poplin, her streamlined silhouette could almost be masculine were it not for her patent pumps, the bow detail on her bag and a hint of panther...
Neither ostentatious nor artificial; the world is her playground, she feels at home wherever she goes.
Will she tell him?
There’s doubt in her eyes, her hands firmly fixed by her side, a close-fitting tuxedo, pants with a cropped jacket in satin-lined crepe, belted with a wide bow, black obviously. She has something of a toreador, a tamed energy, a certain self-assurance revealed by an intimately feminine lace top...
Neither provocation nor procrastination; she says what’s on her mind, she’s nothing left to prove.
Will she head on up?
There’s a sense of surprise in her eyes. Would you believe she is unsure where to turn? Her A-line dress is perfectly balanced and short. Her hand brushes the hem. Soft and supple jersey wool gently sketches her shape as she walks. Her outfit is red, as are her patent pumps and her croco print bag. Red... just like her painted lips.
Neither timid, nor arrogant; she knows where she’s going, when to stop.
Will she wait for him?
There’s something vague – hopeful, even nostalgic ? – in her eyes. Her dress is long, freeing up her footsteps and her shoulders, one of her arms is bare. Liquid-like jersey crepe lends itself to an elegant draping game. She stands up with a determined look. Neither Vestal nor Amazon... but in pink!
Neither strategic nor frenzied, she chooses the beat to which she dances.
Will she surrender to him?
There’s something quietly calculating in her eyes, her hands remain on her hips. Her dress, a short and sweet tulip skirt with a spectacular draped bow bustier, rustles about her like precious gold lamé wrapping. For an evening shrouded in the night lights.
Neither cynical nor naïve, she loves as and when she pleases.
Where is she headed?
One last glance, the chance to take in a memory before heading off haughtily to new horizons. A straight skirt in foal-look leather, a crisp hammered satin shirt, a little panther print. Her silhouette is playfully reserved, her gait simply sensual and ever elegant.
Neither impatient nor remorseful, she’s already moved on to another story...
The Paule Ka fall/winter campaign 2013-14 was shot by Venetia Scott for the sixth season, starring Angela Lindvall, creative direction by Serge Cajfinger.