PUBLISHED IN ISSUE 19 PHOTOS BY MAYA FUHR FASHION WRITING BY JORDAN MINKOFF
Arms outstretched, with fingers spread and shining like margarine, she mumbles something about the zenith of London couture. She takes a seat on the emerald settee. Tiny black cabs wiz around her head and hoot in her ears while beside her a winding prick slithers into the cushions and disappears.
Smeared with the blush from the last days of summer, tooshie-powder puffed on your skirt, you find yourself looking back through memories gone. Of course that’s where you spot him, looking back through his own. Eyes the colour of dead leaves. Hair parting and thinning like clouds. Balls big like giant rocks. You roll together down a cliff into a sea of painted water and it’s surprising like food full of spikes.
She’s got a long neck and attitude to match. Whip-smart, carefree, and boiling-over with acuity. With big strange chunks of cardboard taped to the sides of her face, she blocks out the has-beens of seasons past. Her body, a loose hose, motions confidently to the future of elegance.
She sheds her trellis-patterned skin and slips into a harem-tube in blue. Fashioned from breathe-able Muga silk and sporting a gentle diamond-smocking, it’s the perfect number to play tricks on the unsuspecting night. The final touch? A smack of garnet on the snake lips. What, give Andre a taste of the Guerlin? He should just be delighted to hold his hoggy!
Enjoy animal fashion? See Maya Fuhr’s Pretty Paws Editorial HERE.
Maya Fuhr’s Snake Fashions
PUBLISHED IN ISSUE 19
PHOTOS BY MAYA FUHR
FASHION WRITING BY JORDAN MINKOFF
Arms outstretched, with fingers spread and shining like margarine, she mumbles something about the zenith of London couture. She takes a seat on the emerald settee. Tiny black cabs wiz around her head and hoot in her ears while beside her a winding prick slithers into the cushions and disappears.
Smeared with the blush from the last days of summer, tooshie-powder puffed on your skirt, you find yourself looking back through memories gone. Of course that’s where you spot him, looking back through his own. Eyes the colour of dead leaves. Hair parting and thinning like clouds. Balls big like giant rocks. You roll together down a cliff into a sea of painted water and it’s surprising like food full of spikes.
She’s got a long neck and attitude to match. Whip-smart, carefree, and boiling-over with acuity. With big strange chunks of cardboard taped to the sides of her face, she blocks out the has-beens of seasons past. Her body, a loose hose, motions confidently to the future of elegance.
She sheds her trellis-patterned skin and slips into a harem-tube in blue. Fashioned from breathe-able Muga silk and sporting a gentle diamond-smocking, it’s the perfect number to play tricks on the unsuspecting night. The final touch? A smack of garnet on the snake lips. What, give Andre a taste of the Guerlin? He should just be delighted to hold his hoggy!
Enjoy animal fashion? See Maya Fuhr’s Pretty Paws Editorial HERE.