Picnic at Hanging Rock

Self Portrait (@mrselfportrait) lace dress via The Real Real (@therealreal)
Asos (@asos) black patent leather buckled flats


Self Portrait (@mrselfportrait) lace dress via The Real Real (@therealreal)
Asos (@asos) black patent leather buckled flats


Self Portrait (@mrselfportrait) lace dress via The Real Real (@therealreal)
Asos (@asos) black patent leather buckled flats


Asos (@asos) white satin dress
Asos (@asos) black patent leather buckled flats
Hat is stylist’s own


Asos (@asos) white satin dress
Asos (@asos) black patent leather buckled flats
Hat is stylist’s own


Asos (@asos) white satin dress
Asos (@asos) black patent leather buckled flats
Hat is stylist’s own


Asos (@asos) white satin dress
Asos (@asos) black patent leather buckled flats
Hat is stylist’s own


Elliatt (@elliatt) floral embroidered dress via Asos (@asos)
Jeffrey Campbell (@jeffreycampbell) boots
Asos (@asos) black wasit belt


Elliatt (@elliatt) floral embroidered dress via Asos (@asos)
Jeffrey Campbell (@jeffreycampbell) boots
Asos (@asos) black wasit belt


Elliatt (@elliatt) floral embroidered dress via Asos (@asos)
Jeffrey Campbell (@jeffreycampbell) boots
Asos (@asos) black wasit belt


Roksanda (@roksandailincic) dress via The Real Real (@therealreal)
Jeffrey Campbell (@jeffreycampbell) boots


Roksanda (@roksandailincic) dress via The Real Real (@therealreal)
Jeffrey Campbell (@jeffreycampbell) boots


Roksanda (@roksandailincic) dress via The Real Real (@therealreal)
Jeffrey Campbell (@jeffreycampbell) boots

Photographer: Caroline Lawlesswww.carolinelawless.com
Model: Lucy Rexrode
Stylist: Melissa de Leon

FAULT Fashion: Simple Thing

Left: dress and shoes by Issey Miyake. Right: fur jacket by Alice + Olivia and dress by Jean-Pierre Braganza.

Left: dress and shoes by Issey Miyake. Right: fur jacket by Alice + Olivia and dress by Jean-Pierre Braganza.

Left: blazer by Tibi, shirt by Jean-Pierre Braganza, skirt by Etro, shoes by Issey Miyake and stylist's own shoes. Right: shirt by Etro, trousers by Issey Miyake and shoes by Jena. Theo.

Left: blazer by Tibi, shirt by Jean-Pierre Braganza, skirt by Etro, shoes by Issey Miyake and stylist’s own leggings. Right: shirt by Etro, trousers by Issey Miyake and shoes by Jena. Theo.

Left: jackey by Issey Miyake. Right: coat by Gerard Darel, sleeveless top by Tibi, skirt by Narciss and shoes by Jena. Theo.

Left: jackey by Issey Miyake. Right: coat by Gerard Darel, sleeveless top by Tibi, skirt by Narciss and shoes by Jena. Theo.

Left: dress by Etro, bracelets by Pebble London and shoes by Jena. Theo. Right: trench coat by Atsuko Kudo, scarf by Rokit, ring by Pebble London and stylist's own tights.

Left: dress by Etro, bracelets by Pebble London and shoes by Jena. Theo. Right: trench coat by Atsuko Kudo, scarf by Rokit and ring by Pebble London.


Photography: Sophie Isogai
Styling: Tomohiro Hanada
Hair: Atsushi Takita using Bumble and bumble.
Makeup: Joey Choy using Shu Uemura
Model: Natasha Kasatkina @ Select

We Love London: Grosvenor House

GH Park Lane

Spotlight: Grosvenor House, a JW Marriott Hotel
Park Lane


As I step delicately from my cab onto the pavement in front of Grosvenor House’s main entrance, my eye is immediately drawn to the gold-plated crest emblazoned on the property’s wrought iron gates. A doorman greets my cabbie with a smile and proceeds to whisk my luggage into the massive lobby of the hotel. I can hear my heels tap tapping on the marble as I make my across the room to the check-in counter. Within minutes, I am on the lift en route to my suite (one of 74 in the hotel), which just so happens to overlook Hyde Park.

The étoile wallpaper and opulent furnishings—think rich, red cushions, Art Deco marble bathrooms and thick, cream-colored curtains—act as an homage to the hotel’s storied history. (In fact, the inspiration behind the majority of the décor can be found in the hotel archives.) Sprawled out on the enormous king-size bed, I can understand why celebrities and dignitaries have flocked to Grosvenor House for all these years: I feel quite like a princess.

Premium Park View Suite


Speaking of princesses, Queen Elizabeth II was a frequent visitor at Grosvenor House when she was a small child. In fact, she learnt to ice skate on the rink that used to be housed in what is now The Great Room. A painting that hangs in the lobby shows The Great Room as it was in the hotel’s youth: Hundreds of figures, all robed in the finest silks and jewels, skate and swirl around the rink—a dizzying blur of color that perfectly captures the spirit of decadence that is ever-present at Grosvenor House.

The word “decadence” can be used to describe more than the furnishings, though—the food at Grosvenor House is simply divine. Guests arriving in the afternoon would be wise to sit down for a cup of tea. From 17 June to 12 July, the hotel will host daily Wimbledon-themed afternoon teas in honor of the celebrated Wimbledon Tennis Championship. The menu for this special service includes an assortment of delicate pastries, finger sandwiches and scones made in true British style (Devonshire clotted cream included). Tea time is a regular treat at Grosvenor House, though. Even children can sit down for a cuppa (and leave with their very own Grover, a plush toy named after the hotel’s eponymous bulldog).

If tea time isn’t on the itinerary, though, follow my lead and sit down for dinner at JW Steakhouse. As an American in London, I am trying my best to eschew the types of food I would normally find at restaurants back home in favor of trying out true, British dishes. Apparently, though, American steak is kind of a big deal, even across the Pond.


JW Steakhouse Blackboard


The walls of the JW Steakhouse serve as a giant menu board. The items are written in chalk, which is a good thing, since the menu varies with the season and the types of beef available. Not feeling a T-bone? Don’t fret—the restaurant is famous for it’s signature steak: The Tomahawk. This impressive 32-ounce, on-the-bone rib-eye is the Mother of All Steaks. It’s massive—I swear, the thing might actually be the size of my head.

Seeing as how a steak of that size is much too much for someone like me, I opt for a sample of a smaller fillet. My meal is rounded out with a mistmatched menagerie of side dishes, which include onion rings, scalloped potatoes and roasted vegetables. Although I try to be healthy by ordering vegetables, all my good intentions are flung unceremoniously out the window as my waiter brings out one of the restaurant’s now-famous cheesecakes. (After all, if it’s good enough for Johnny Depp—a fan of both the restaurant and this cheesecake—then it’s definitely good enough for me.) And good it most certainly is.

As I stagger back to my room (on the verge of a food coma), I remember the soft, luxurious robes and state-of-the-art shower waiting for me back in my suite and let out a small, satisfied sigh. This is the life.

FAULT Dressing Room: Priory of Ten

pot_web_01Designer Spotlight: Priory of Ten
In Issue 15, we spoke with Mei Liu, the designer behind up-and-coming womenswear brand Priory of Ten.

When did you first become interested in fashion?
I’ve had an interest in design since a very young age. I’ve always loved to draw and build things with my hands. My interest in fashion really evolved in high school as I began working in the retail industry and experimenting with my own style.

Before launching Priory of Ten in 2012, what other experience did you have in the fashion industry? (I believe you worked as a design assistant to Philip Lim at some point?)
I studied at Parsons AAS program and interned at a couple of contemporary womenswear labels. I was a Design Assistant for the womenswear department at 3.1 Phillip Lim for close to two years upon graduation.

Where did the name for your brand, “Priory of Ten”, originate?
The name ‘Priory of Ten’ was actually conceived when we were travelling around Asia. During our travels, we were constantly drawing inspiration from our surroundings and the different cultures that we were immersed in. We were staying in a boutique hotel in Bangkok called Tenface, and we were really driven by the idea of ten faces as a collective. It was not necessarily a literal translation of ten faces coming together, but instead the notion of having a collective of people come together and foster a community. This is how Priory of Ten came into fruition, with ‘Priory’ representing the house or community we wanted to build and ‘Ten’ acting as a tribute to the source of our inspiration.

pot_web_02What inspired your A/W 2013 collection?
I was initially really inspired by Americana and the traditional notions of classic American men’s workwear. I loved daydreaming about the colours and textures that came together in these rustic environments. The Fall collection takes on the exploration of the rustic, traditionally blue-collar, male-dominated industries like old denim factories, kitchens and Japanese fisheries. It explores the idea of juxtaposing traditionally masculine, rugged workwear with elegant silhouettes and fine fabrics with a touch of femininity. Large components of the collection play on the idea of creating a faux illusion of traditional uniforms in these environments that are translated in playful ways.

Is there one piece from the A/W 2013 collection that is your favourite?
I developed a double waistband denim series meant to capture the rugged casual vibe of classic workwear. However, the denim is not made from true indigo at all, and it does not bleed in the wash. It is meant to playfully emulate the feeling of old denim workwear through silhouette and look, but in a totally illusory manner. The  boyfriend cut jean in this series is my favorite—it carries a strong fashion element but in a very relaxed and casual way.


What fabrics do you most enjoy working with? Are there any fabrics and/or techniques that you would like to explore in future collections?
I love working with tailoring fabric (like fine wools for suiting). I also love developing new techniques on leather. For the next collection, I’m getting heavy into dip-dyeing and laser cutting patterns, which should be really fun.

Who is the Priory of Ten woman?
The Priory of Ten Woman is a little bit of a bad-ass, but in the most subtle and elegant way. She plays with the idea of bending the rules, whether it relates to gender roles or societal roles. She is rebellious but always quietly so. She is an individual thinker. She is intelligent and cognisant of current cultural and world issues. She’s comfortable in her own skin, empowered and is not afraid to exude her sexuality. She dresses to represent her way of life and to be true to who she is, rather than to construct an identity.

What do you have in store for us next season?
I always experience this internal tension between soft and harsh, aggressive and feminine. Fall was our most androgynous, aggressive collection to date, and for Spring 2014, I’m feeling very floaty and romantic again. I would like to get heavy into draping with beautiful crêpes and playing with subtle fabric manipulations. I’m drawn to the idea of beautiful structures like jellyfish and air balloons that are totally inflated by the water and air that supports them but that can collapse into nothingness when that supporting element goes away.

We Love London: Buddha-Bar

Photo credit: Paul Winch-FurnessSpotlight: Buddha-Bar London
145 Knightsbridge


To say that Buddha-Bar London is a chain restaurant seems odd, but it’s true: The first Buddha-Bar was established in Paris in the fall of 1996 by the late Raymond Visan. The last 17 years have seen the Buddha-Bar empire expand from its original incarnation on Rue Boissy d’Anglas to outposts all around the world: Dubai, Cairo, Kiev, Mexico, and even Saint Petersburg all have their own Buddha-Bar restaurants. (At last count, there are 16 restaurants that dot the globe from East to West.)

After all these years, the first Buddha-Bar (situated cosily between Madeleine and Concorde) is still widely heralded for its signature Pacific Rim cuisine. The same East-meets-West vibe that made Buddha-Bar Paris so famous can also be found at its Knightsbridge location in London. Housed in what was once a Chicago Rib Shack, Buddha-Bar London is one giant feast for the senses.

As I walk through the front doors, I am greeted by the smells of Asian spices and the soft thump thump of the bass line of a house track being broadcast over the speakers that are discreetly placed throughout the dining area. I am led to a small table where an eager waiter recommends that I peruse the menu while sipping on a glass of champagne. I accept the glass, because … Well, what person ever actually turns down a glass of champagne?

The menu is filled with so many delicious options—pan-fried sea bass, foie gras gyoza and smoked duck come to mind—that it becomes quite obvious that I will need a little help choosing tonight’s meal. (Although I didn’t know it at the time, I would later find myself thanking my lucky stars that I brought a guest with me, because the sheer amount of food I was served could have easily fed a family of five!) Although Buddha-Bar is synonymous with Pan Asian dishes, it is interesting to note that all of the ingredients are sourced locally. This means that each Buddha-Bar location around the globe has a menu that reflects not only the Pacific Rim cuisine the chain is known for, but the flavours of the local region as well.

To begin, the exuberant Lucian brought out a dizzying mix of starters: miso soup, edamame, a line of volcano rolls and Buddha-Bar’s now-famous chicken salad. (After sampling it, I can honestly say that I fully understand why it’s become Buddha-Bar’s signature dish: It is—without a doubt—the best chicken salad I have ever eaten.) He places the food in the center of the table and tells me that, unlike most of the other restaurants I will visit in London, sharing is a central part of the Buddha-Bar experience: To share food is to share life itself.

Buddha-Bar's famous chicken salad.

Buddha-Bar’s famous chicken salad.

As I sit sipping my glass of white wine, Lucian returns bearing a plethora of suggestions for main course dishes. My guest decides to try the five spiced barbecued chicken, while I opt for the black cod with steamed vegetables. While I wait for my actual meal to arrive—although the starters I just consumed could have constituted a meal in and of themselves—I wander over to inspect the two enormous crystal dragons that flank the staircase leading to the downstairs dining area. One of the dragons curls sinuously upwards while the other slinks downwards, away from the viewer. The ruby-red crystals that make up the eyes seem to blaze in the low light, sensuous and all-knowing.

The downstairs dining area is more private and a great deal darker. The space is dominated by an impressive “floating” Buddha created by the artist David Begbie. Constructed of moulded chicken wire, the Buddha is suspended from paper-thin cables attached to the ceiling one floor above. Thanks to some clever lighting, the reflection of the Buddha looks as though its head is bowed in prayer.

This sense of calm introspection seems to flood the space. The laughter and hubbub I witnessed upstairs seems strangely far away as I peek into a private booth set back in a little niche in a corner. If this room isn’t quiet enough, book the private dining area, which can seat up to 60 guests for lunch and dinner.

As I climb the stairs and head back to my seat, I see a waiter carrying a tray laden with food in the direction of my table. Sure enough, my dinner has arrived! Just like the appetizers, all of my food is delicious. The cod—which is marinated for three days in miso sauce—practically melts in my mouth and pairs wonderfully with my glass of wine.

Before all is said and done, I have experienced a wonderful three-course meal that puts to shame any Asian-inspired cuisine I have ever eaten. If I wasn’t already exhausted from my busy day of touring—Hyde Park, Buckingham Palace and Parliament were just some of the stops I made that day—then I would have happily traipsed over to the bar across the room and whiled the night away, cocktail in hand. Maybe next time … .

We Love London: Brasserie Chavot

bc_02v2Spotlight: Brasserie Chavot
41 Conduit Street, Mayfair


Before I came to visit London, a lot of my friends and colleagues warned me that the food across the Pond wasn’t exactly five-star worthy. In my head, I pictured an endless line of plates piled high with greasy fish ’n’ chips, cold lumps of mash and mushy peas. However, after dining at Brasserie Chavot on my first night in the city, I am happy to report that all those tales of terrible London food are a thing of the past: This city knows how to cook.

If Brasserie Chavot doesn’t sound familiar, it’s probably because it’s still quite new: The restaurant’s doors opened to the public in March 2013 (to rave reviews, I might add). A stuffy, pseudo-French restaurant this is not. Brasserie Chavot is the real deal.

Born in France, executive chef and owner Eric Chavot has spent the past few years in London trying to bring the creative vision he had of opening his own restaurant at the age of fourteen to life in the most fantastic of ways. Before that, though, Chavot spent time working with some of the greatest culinary artists in the world: He held esteemed and highly-coveted positions at restaurants such as London’s La Tante Clair and Le Manoir Aux Quat Saison. (Chavot also famously held two Michelin stars for a period of ten years after he joined the team at The Capital Restaurant in Knightsbridge as head chef.)

So what is the Brasserie Chavot experience like? Two words: Pure opulence. As I walk into the restaurant, I am immediately taken with the décor: Rich, red leather banquettes climb halfway up the walls to my left, while a series of small, elegant tables laid with fine china are placed throughout the remainder of the space. (The impressive leather banquettes are a nod to the space’s history: it used to house a leather shop.)


Although the space is moderately large, I feel as though I am sitting down to eat in my own private restaurant. This feeling of very private, personalised service has at least a little something to do with the kind and very generous waiting staff who cater to my every need. When I confess that I am unsure of which white wine will best compliment the home-cured salmon I ordered as an appetizer, my waitress is more than happy to offer me her expert opinion.

The delicately arranged salmon (complete with gravlax dressing) is followed by a miniature rack of lamb with couscous and creamy mash. (Coming as I do from the Southern U.S., trust that it is a big deal when I say that these mashed potatoes are like something out of every foodie’s dream.) If my meal doesn’t seem wonderful enough, never fear—there are plenty of other delectable dishes on the menu, from snails bourguignon to choucroute garnie, all which feature locally-sourced ingredients from France and the British Isles.

And what meal wouldn’t be complete without dessert? I sample a lovely cheesecake—compliments of Monsieur Chavot—and some pistachio concoction that causes me to rethink my decision to cut desserts out of my diet.

Just as I am about to head off for a night cap, out traipses Eric Chavot himself. He is all smiles and jovial laughter as he embraces me and covers my cheeks in a flurry of kisses. Waving a friendly greeting to the staff out on the floor, he nestles himself down beside me on the banquette and begins to treat me to a tale that ends up encompassing not just the brief history of Brasserie Chavot, but his life’s history as well. When Chavot speaks about his namesake restaurant and the food that he has created here, his eyes light up—I swear, they’re literally sparkling. “Ever since I was a little boy, this”—he reaches out and sweeps his hand through the air—“is what I’ve always dreamed of.”

This restaurant, this food … the entire experience of dining at Brasserie Chavot is the result of Chavot’s love of cooking. And, as far as experiences go, this is one that I won’t soon forget.

We Love London: Sanderson

Although FAULT has called London home since its inception, I, your friendly art director, had never made the long trek across the Pond until May. I’m not quite sure what I was expecting—lots of rain and mushy peas, perhaps?—but what I got was the experience of a lifetime.

I’ve never believed in love at first sight, but that all changed when I set foot onto the crowded pavement at Oxford Street. By the time my week-long adventure in the city was done, I had fallen head-over-heels in love.

In our Summer 2013 issue, I shared with you some of the places and people that made my trip so memorable. Still craving more? Then scroll down to read one of my many in-depth reviews (fabulous photos included).

Sanderson London
50 Berners Street, London W1T 3NG

Adventures in Wonderland

Nestled comfortably between Mortimer and Oxford Streets, Sanderson’s sleek, minimalistic façade seems simultaneously unassuming and impressive. From my vantage point at the corner of Berners and Eastcastle Streets, Sanderson looks like every other hotel I’ve passed on my way from Heathrow to Central London. As I approach the front doors, I notice a towering flowerpot filled with delicate pink blooms that would make even the tallest passerby feel a mere 10 inches tall.

It isn’t until I am standing in front of the hotel that I catch my first glimpse of the fantastical world waiting inside: There, right in front of me, is a pair of lips. Not real lips, of course, but a couch made in the shape of a ruby-red pout à la Dalí. These lips seem to offer each visitor a kiss—of both welcome and departure, depending on whether one is coming or going.

Walking into the hotel itself is a lot like falling down the magical, mysterious rabbit hole in Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. The entirety of the ground floor is swathed in thin, gossamer curtains that give the space a hazy, dream-like glow. Looking over one’s shoulder, one might catch a glimpse of the outside world—a figure in a suit walking to work, a tourist snapping a photo of Oxford Street from afar—but the harsh lights and sounds of a busy London work day are distant and muffled.

To my left is the expansive “Indoor/Outdoor” Lobby that is filled with a mismatched menagerie of furnishings—from baroque, silver-leaf chairs with carved swans for arms to a modern, amorphous, lemon yellow settee. “Curiouser and curiouser”, I whisper quietly as I make my way over to an elegantly tufted—and extremely long—couch that lines the exterior wall. Upon sitting down, I catch myself looking around the room half expecting to find a small piece of cake with a card reading “EAT ME” neatly tucked under a porcelain plate.

I don’t have time to sit and stare in quiet amazement at my surroundings for long, because a friendly doorman in a sharply tailored suit is quick to collect my bags and direct me to the sign-in desk. Key in hand, I am led towards a set of lifts tucked discreetly into a far corner. Made entirely of exquisitely cut mirrored glass, the lifts look more like giant Swarovski crystal looking glasses than anything else. When the doors open, I enter into a Twilight Zone filled with pulsing constellations and galaxies. Instead of a jar of orange marmalade, I can reach out and touch the stars.

When the lift opens again, I head towards the lavender doors that will lead me to one of the 150 rooms available to guests of the hotel. All of the worries of my day—a long flight filled with screaming children, a frenzied dash to catch the proper train—seem to melt away as I walk down the dark corridor lit only by the light of the room numbers (which are etched onto frosted glass blocks that have been inlaid into the carpet and lit from below). The purple haze of the half-light brings to mind that place between dreams.

The rooms themselves are designed to mimic the appearance of a dream landscape. Instead of walls, one will find a mixture of glass, mirrors and—of course—those wispy white curtains that line the walls downstairs. The white and silver color palette of the main sleeping area complements the pale, wooden floors, and a faint green glow emanates from the bathroom, which can be seen dimly through the curtains behind the bed.

Like everything else in Sanderson, the rooms were dreamt up by renowned French designer Philippe Starck. Every tiny detail—from acid-etched mirrors to the placement of a landscape painting on the ceiling above every bed—has a meaning deeply rooted in the hotel’s ethos and further enhances the atmosphere of pleasure, relaxation and pure tranquility that permeates the property.

There are 11 room types available, from the Standard (which is “standard” in name alone) to the luxurious Penthouse (complete with a private lift and stunning views of London). Regardless of which accommodation one chooses, all guests have access to the hotel’s other amenities: namely, Agua at Sanderson. This 10,000 square foot spa spans two stories and—thanks to its rejuvenating treatments and ethereal décor—is the epitome of what every luxury spa should be: an oasis.

After a busy day of touring the city, come back and dine at Sanderson’s restaurant, Suka, which serves up a delightful menu of Malaysian dishes crafted with a European—and very British—sensibility courtesy of acclaimed chef Zak Pelaccio. If dinner isn’t an option, then head to Long Bar to grab a glass of wine or a smooth cocktail. But make sure to dress to impress, because—just like a catwalk—Long Bar is a place to see and be seen. Sitting at the edge of the bar, I feel like a model: all eyes—literally, in the case of the chairs, which boast white upholstered backs that feature an inset image of a woman’s eye—are on me, the star of the night’s performance.

For a more private experience, feel free to wander into the jewel-toned Purple Bar. The low, tufted ceilings and delicate, doll-like chairs make the room seem like some sort of lovely jewellery box. With the gentle glow of the bar illuminating my cheeks, I feel like a treasure just waiting to be admired. In this low lighting, no dream seems too far out of reach.

After a good night’s sleep on a bed that surely must have been made of an actual cloud, I find myself at a table at Suka enjoying a lovely English breakfast of an omelet, a healthy smoothie and a selection of tropical fruits. I catch a glimpse of the Courtyard Garden through the floor-to-ceiling windows that span the far wall. Designed by Philip Hicks in the late ’50s, the private courtyard features luscious greenery and an exquisite fountain that bubbles, soothingly, in the background.

I look at my watch to check the time, and find that, if I plan my morning just right, I should be able to make it back in time for a cuppa at the Mad Hatter’s Afternoon Tea. I wonder—for a fleeting moment—if the March Hare will be there.

Mix Masters


White dress by Model Behaviour, black dress by Ka Kabelis, shirt by Bik Bok, socks by Twilfit and necklace by Private.


Shirt by Tank, panties by Flexees by Maidenform, necklace by Malen Birger and striped shirts by Diesel Black Gold, Mardou & Dean, HUGO, Flash Woman and Anine Bing.


Jacket by Anat Martkovich, pants by La Redoute, short skirt by Rut & Circle, skirt by Jumper Factory, hat by Diesel and shoes by Deichmann.


Jacket by Mary Patton and pants by Club Monaco.


Dress by Noa Noa, blouse by Longchamp, poncho by Club Monaco, grey shawl by Boomerang, white scarf with black bow pattern by Sister P. and grey checkered scarf by Lexington.


Dress by Malene Briger.


Jacket by Yusuke Maegawa, skirts by Minimarket and Filippa K, tights by Adidas and jewellery by Posh & Sass.


Dress by Back, shirt by Hope, necklace by Glitter and boots by BOSS Black.


Dress by Rut & Circle, shirt by Mes Dames, blazer by Back and jewellery by Posh & Sass.


Photography: Fredrik Wannerstedt
Styling: Gorjan Lauseger
MUA: Sandra Öjeland @ Mikas Looks
Hair: Philip Folin @ Linkdetails
Model: Sofie T.