spruced by marlene

I’ve been looking forward to taking these pictures for a long time. In fact, there isn’t a wardrobe I’ve been wanting to photograph more. Okka and I have known each other for close to eight years. A lot has happened in that time. We moved cities. We met the men in our lives. She had her daughter Fanny and I became a godmother. Okka is no longer the blonde girl with the headband and baggy jeans that stood in front of me at our first meering all those years ago.

Who we become reflects what we wear and I think her wardrobe is “grown-up” in the best sense of that word. She doesn’t follow trends. She’s found out what suits her. She loves a good blazer (and I think you definitely have to get a bit older to appreciate a good blazer). It’s a classic wardrobe, with lots of navy, white and black, with as many blouses as men’s shirts – and enough striped t-shirts to dress the entire Breton fishing fleet. If she wasn’t such a great friend, I would’ve stolen her Louis Vuitton bag a long time ago.

I can only hope that my pictures show how enviably good-looking all the rest of it is, too.

So, from the gold-buttoned Theory blazer to the Repetto sandals, the Hermès scarf to the Vanessa Bruno blouse, her favourite fragrance to her grandmother’s necklace, these are some of her favourite things: