Jardin Secret.

a halcyon collection of moments spent creating celestial magic alongside the seraphic teams at @vogueaustralia and @meshki. enshrouded in a diaphanous, monolithic noir silhouette with a gossamer cap sleeve and an unexpected, penumbral open back, the garment undulated with a sublime, recondite gravity against the immemorial stone architecture. every scene felt like a pellucid study in nacreous texture and chiaroscuro contrast—the lambent gleam of heavy auric hoops laid out beside sanguine leather, the intimate, seraphic ritual of final touch-ups in the hallowed suite, and the crepuscular aura filtering through sunlit hedges and antique statues. between crystalline basins of oysters glistening on ice and unblemished intervals of elysian quietude before the luminescent lens, these past few days became a radiant harmony of sovereign refinement, interstellar synergy, and ineffable grace. intemerately devoted to this sanctuary of pure alchemical brilliance, carrying every starry, amaranthine memory with me.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ an effulgent passage of opalescent moments / 🖤🫀 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ baku race week in full bloom. 🤍 / standing in the high-voltage hum of the paddock to support my two favorite boys. there’s an intoxicating tension in the air as the engines roar against the caspian breeze, making this pristine, scalloped white dress feel like a quiet breath of calm amidst all the speed and adrenaline. an effulgent afternoon of family, fast cars, and pure pride. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ lil throwback at the beginning of summer / ☀️💧🧚🏻‍♀️ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ on my dnd mode 🌀 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ “there are no adults here.” 🌸 wearing the blumarine spring/summer 2002 piece of my absolute dreams—the very same iconic dress brittany murphy brought to life in uptown girls. ever since i was seven years old watching molly gunn glide across the screen, this garment felt less like fabric and more like a piece of pure, evanescent magic. the way brittany wore it with such effortless, childlike grace left a redolent mark on my heart that never truly faded. stepping into this silhouette today feels like reuniting with a piece of my own childhood daydream—a soft, effulgent echo of youth woven in silk and petals. endlessly grateful to @rebearchive for making this piece of cinematic history mine for the night. 🕊️🩰 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ delicate petals draped in soft light—a romantic echo of molly gunn’s timeless, free-spirited magic ♡ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

⠀ ⠀ Tokyo was supposed to be Devora’s little getaway, but there was absolutely no way i was letting her roam around Japan by herself while i sat elsewhere pretending that was perfectly reasonable. so, naturally, i invited myself along. consider it a voluntary intervention disguised as a holiday. the day became a delightful mess almost immediately. we bounced from one street to another, got distracted by anything remotely interesting and somehow made the food stalls our unofficial headquarters. i came prepared to keep Devora company and apparently left with half the city’s snacks in my hands. every few minutes brought another ridiculous remark, another laugh and another reason to stay out a bit longer. ☆ by nightfall we had traded our casual clothes fancier, and ended up at dinner looking far more composed than we had any right to after the day we’d had. honestly, i think tagging along turned out rather nicely. Devora got her escape with someone beside her and i got a Tokyo memory i wouldn’t trade away. ♥️ ⠀ ⠀