Carolyn Murphy photographed by Steven Meisel and styled by Karl Templer for the November 2014 issue of Vogue Italia.

Scenes such as these invoke pictures of the early nineties. Specifically, memories from a five year old, not quite comprehending the world around her; what is viewed in her reality coalescing with what is seen on the screen of her parents 50 inch NEC. Images transmuting into stories during a time of glorified melancholy, of bleak and dark disconsolateness. An over active imagination churning chronicles of soirées caroused in dark velvet lined rooms, teaming with beautiful people clasping lit cigarettes, laying spiritless on the carpeted floor. Their shadows the only clear signs of movement as they dance eerily in the shadows cast by dimly lit fluorescents. A juxtaposition of sleek blonde bobs with messy, unwashed hair and laughter intermingling with earnestness. Ebony duster trench coats mirror the mood, draped haphazardly over a Memphis-Milano by the door. Their owners crowd around a besmirched Noguchi. To one side, a minuscule mountain of crisp white powder disintegrates into trained fine lines with the precise movements from the smooth hand of a business man clutching an American Express. The other holds empty red wine glasses and overturned bottles of Coors which create an unintentional fortress against the door.


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sonia // daring coco
sonia // daring coco

metaphoric love child of debbie harry and stevie nicks. weaver of words. infatuated with shoes.

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