Rockstars don’t just enter a room – they own it. Effortlessly. Attitude oozing from every pore. All eyes are drawn to them. Even those trying to play it cool steal fleeting glances, while their inner teenagers silently scream “OH.MY.GOD!” Conversations stop and those that continue do so sotto vocce. Wherever the star stands becomes the centerpoint. Those allowed to get close become the chosen ones. It’s as if time stands still. And for a while the world seems bigger, brighter, better.
In collaboration with airbrushartist Tomas Andersson.
SOLD – Personal couture on request