Nobody Does It Better…

Are you the spy who loved me? Perhaps nobody can explain it better than Carly Simon in her cult classic song from James Bond’s serial franchise. My pictorial is an  homage to her sultry and soulful lyrics – My photos-her words. Shhhh. Your secrets are safe with me:) Promise! “Nobody does it better. Makes me feel sad for the rest. Nobody does it half as good as you. Baby, you’re the best. I wasn’t lookin’ but somehow you found me. It tried to hide from your love light. But like heaven above me The spy who loved me Is keepin’ all my secrets safe tonight.  And nobody does it better.  Though sometimes I wish someone could.  Nobody does it quite the way you do. Why’d you have to be so good? The way that you hold me  Whenever you hold me. There’s some kind of magic inside you.That keeps me from runnin’. But just keep it comin’. How’d you… ” Photography@RobertKerian Stylist @laroussian

Alfa Romeo Centauri

What happens when transatlantic flights are suspended due to the raging, worldwide  pandemic, unless you are one tough secret service agent or a superstar with  diplomatic immunity? I can’t disclose all my secrets now, but what I can do is stage a fashion photoshoot, with vintage Italian cars like a sweet tomato red Alfa Romeo, sprinkled with helicopters, future retro wardrobe from Pucci and Fendi, and a kick-ass attitude to boot. Here is my own reenactment of “The Woman from Uncle, ” the mysterious, gone rouge spy that loves all of you, often finding herself around the world on planes, trains, and super cool automobiles, on some impossible mission to better the world and humanity. God Bless the Bladerunners and Rebels with a cause, Lucky for you a good kind of cause and effect. Be Safe! Ciao…

photography @robertkerian styling @laroussian

September! I Remember…

If August was the month of last chances – September had better be memorable. As our planet is still turning on its axis, albeit slightly askew and with a wild twist due to the current state of world affairs – it is only a matter of time until the inevitable question clearly poses itself: what is one left with, after certain common liberties are taken away and life as we know it is placed on hold indefinitely? Freedom to travel as one chooses, disrupted work and family schedules, suspended cultural and sporting events, and humanity as a whole put under some kind of magic spell, not unlike “The Sleeping Beauty”, waiting to be kissed back to life, lust and evolution. I ask that same question – only to lead me to another reinvention of myself. As the creative director of my own artistic domain – I thrive on creation, collaboration, sparks of madness, joy, brilliance and sheer desire to spread the beauty and the transformative power all around me. My friends often call me an “Anomaly”, a being that is but shouldn’t really be– I feel like the Woman who fell to Earth, looking for my tribe of creatives and the place of belonging and acceptance, safety and freedom to be just the way the Universe created me to be. So without further ado – please meet Rachel, a gifted Bladerunner who finally remembers what happens in September! Shhhh… can you keep a secret, if I tell you where the spaceship is?…