Far away from Paris, the country air in the converted barn studio felt like a world of its own for our model Clarisse.
The air was different here, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and wildflowers rather than exhaust fumes and perfume.
There was a quiet reverence in the atmosphere, a sense that this space was dedicated purely to the act of creation, removed from the usual pressures and distractions of a city shoot.

The light was glorious, falling through the cracks in the wood of the barn and painting streaks across the worn floorboards, caressing Clarisse's soft skin in delicate colours.
It felt intimate, seductive, a raw departure from the glamour and artificial perfection of the catwalks.
This was not about selling clothes, but about showing something deeper, something of her own.

Clarisse took a deep breath, took in the rural silence around her and for a moment she was no longer Clarisse the model, but simply a woman bathed in the golden light of a forgotten French countryside.

Captured masterfully with ease by Martial Lenoir.