PORTFOLIO
CENTREFOLD
SUMMER 2024
Bathed in balmy summer air, light spills through towering windows, casting golden streaks across exposed brick and high ceilings. A soft breeze stirs white linens, their movement a delicate echo to mine. I roll languidly on sun-drenched floors, skin brushed by shifting shadows. A study in contrast, raw yet refined, untamed yet intentional.
IN STUDIO
WINTER 2024
In a stark studio, winter’s chill clings to bare walls and concrete floors, the space stripped to its bones. A pool of light spills from a lone window, cutting through the cold like a soft breath against skin. I move within it: in a sheer dress, a white tee rising up my spine, or nothing at all— my body arching, stretching, folding into shadows. Each shift is instinctive, a quiet seduction woven through the curve of a hip, the tilt of a neck, the brush of light across skin. Unbound, unapologetic. Sensual not in stillness, but in the freedom to move.
le cinq à sept
AUTUMN 2023
In a Parisian penthouse, the Eiffel Tower stands in the distance, its silhouette framed by daylight spilling onto the terrace where I lounge in a barely-there bikini, skin warm under the fading sun. Inside, I drift through the quiet intimacy of my gentleman’s closet: fingers trailing over crisp shirts, slipping into pieces not meant for me, yet somehow perfect. In the parlour, heels discarded, drinks waiting, I move with anticipation, lost in the soft glow of twilight. It’s the hour between five and seven, where desire thickens and every glance hints at something forbidden.
For those who know, less is more.
Sensuality isn’t something I perform— it’s something I inhabit. These images aren’t about overt displays or staged provocations, they’re about capturing a feeling. I’m drawn to the power of suggestion, the tension between what’s seen and what’s left to the imagination. A strip of light on skin, the curve of a hip, the ease of movement— intimate, effortless, and unapologetically feminine. Allure doesn’t need to be loud. Its in the subtle details, the quiet moments, the spaces where desire isn’t shown, but felt.
If you understand the difference— and appreciate the thrill of it— you know where to find me.