Fashion: Yarden Faragian @yardenfaragian, Maya Oreshkina @_may_ka_ , Magpie Goose by Hila Herman, Knobbly Studio x Laurie Franck, BALAGAN Studio, Joseph Haver Eyewear
“Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.” ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Model: Mary Sergeevna @marysergeevnaa
Photographer: Anna Semenova @thesameanna
Styling: Miri Mironova STORY (Israel), @story_online
Clothing: NUANCES @nuancesukraine, Native Youth @native_youth, Story Paper shirt, Clothe @clothebyeva
Have you read "Henna House" by Nomi Eve? If not, you definitely shoud. It's beautifully written story about young woman growing up in Yemen during 1920's and 1930's, about feelings and traditions in local Jews community. My imagination was working always while reading the book. So that's how I started to look for the person who makes Henna tattoos. My research brought me to the instagram of Veronica Lilu @veronicalilu. I was litteraly amazed with delicate works of her as Henna artist and how sensual drawings look on body's lines of her models. Also, I was need to make special work for CONCEPT BRIDE, 'cause this wedding boutique brings fresh ideas into the wedding fashion industry in Ukraine and together we show to brides amusing directions for their special day. The story of "Henna House" brought me into interaction with very curious people and it was my pleassure to shoot Maria Oz @dukhovnoe_litso, cause she has definitelly big eyes for absorbing life expirience and transforming it to her own awesome art. Our bridal boudoir shooting shows light concern and emotions before bride's significant day, 'cause every girl that looks for the wedding dress, also looks for new bracing reflection of herself.
So, she was staying under my balcony, smiling and smoking a cigarette. I haven't seen for a long time a girl that is taller than me, it's usually rare here in Israel. As she was climbing the stairs up to my floor, I rejoiced that I had chosen the right color for filming. I was dreaming about next summer: lying under the orange umbrella wearing beautiful lace bathing suite, catching the sunbeams with already tanned skin. Her curly head dashed through the door faster, than her big toe in black ankle boots stepped on the threshold. That smile. The piano music starts to play in my head cause of that kind of smiles. We listened to the first album of Nils Frahm and I began to insert the film into the cassette of medium format camera. The cat darted back and forth. His paws was flirting with a new pair of legs in the orange tights while he was also sniffing the new flowers in the apartment. It was sunny. - So how I got to know with Sabina.
She finally arrived in Tel Aviv. Cold northern city didn't let her go and was wrapping her into viscous greyness. She was planing this trip in January much earlier before, but sudden breath of spring air came accidentally. She ordered me as a boudoir photographer, so the date and the place - everything was agreed. A few days after the landing in our sunny city, she was waiting in a line for an ice cream. I didn't notice her immediately. People around was making a little crowd. French chanson songs was playing in the columns of the kiosk. I noticed a little black dog in hands of the girl. She tucked hair behind her ear. "Oh, Jane! How are you?" Our simple dialogue didn't last for long, 'cause of noise of crowd around. Jane went to the hotel's direction, and I hurried to the cinema theater to watch a musical. Next morning, I went to buy flowers. On the way to the market I decided to visit one vintage bookstore and bought an album with erotic drawings and engravings of Amos Zelikson. After, while I was drinking coffee in the cafe of my friends, I realized, that I had forgotten to buy flowers. "There's fresh Ranunculus in the vase", I thought and continued quite dialogue with a stranger at the next table.
