“To the ripest moments of the year…”

The soft, dreamy and romantic. I’ve always yearned for it and now it’s mirrors my everyday life. Lavender fields along the country side of France dappled in afternoon light. A glistening glass of wine. Portraits of living that are dreamy, sometimes a bit smudgy, and neither completely clear nor harsh. Reality & fantasy continue to collide in serendipity as I let each daily chapter in Provence change me and my muse. And just as the seasons change the vines, I hope that the coming spring’s new awakenings herald even greater blooms.

Photography | Kolby Knight
Styling | Mariolga Nido
Muse | Ray Krussell

…She drove from Paris to the Provençal fields to feel the last bit of golden rays of the day. In soft knitted, barely-there silk, stone beading and barefoot – she is home. She loves being home…she missed the part of the earth that is called Provence.