“Welcome. Will anyone be joining you this evening?”
Her dark eyes twinkle with the glint of light from golden candles dancing playfully in the darkness.
“No. Only me.”
After years, decades, centuries, lifetimes of hearing “No”…
She speaks it. She claims it as her own.
One word.
Two letters.
A magic spell. An incantation.
No more.
No apologies
No rules.
No doubts.
No beige.
No guilt.
No lines.
No limits.
“Je ne sais quoi,” they say.
“There’s something about her, I don’t know what it is…”
But she does.
Luscious.
Layered.
Sexy.
Sage.
Audaciously
original.
Basking in brocade, bubbles, and croquembouche.
She doesn’t need permission.
She’s lived and loved and learned and
Earned the right.
Opulence.
Every.
Day.
She believes in unicorns.
Mystical.
Timeless.
Elegant.
Fierce.
Because she sees One,
Every time she looks…
In the mirror.
Her cup, not half empty or half full.
It’s overflowing.
Party of One.
Containing multitudes.
creative credits
Tyllie Barbosa, Creative Director & Photographer
Melanie Francis, Wardrobe & Prop Stylist
Adrienne Blumthal, Food Stylist
Alisa Radoi, Hair & Makeup Artist
Dani Soukup, Art Director & Graphic Designer
Celia Jones, Storyteller
Joann Witherell, Talent