Michelle In Paris

We missed each other two years back in Los Angeles, chasing some swimsuit campaign dreams. But when she hit me up again, talking about kickin’ it in Paris for a few days, the crew and I didn’t need a second invitation.

January 21st, 2024, and we’re smack dab in the middle of a frozen, gray Paris, the whole scene drenched in a biting drizzle.

Drawing inspiration from the iconic Lindberg/Alaïa vibe, the first part of our tale dives straight into the haze. Our model is running wild, setting the tempo. She’s out there in the wind, carving weird, unique shapes — sometimes smooth and sexy, other times jagged and torn. Dresses flowing, jackets catching the air, all under that heavy, low-hanging sky.

As night descends, Ivana decks herself out in diamonds. Like some eternal star being chased down, she’s blitzed with flashes, wrapped in cold. Her chiselled heels clack on the slick cobblestones, her split shirt splashing the light across the Parisian quays.