Today is a bit like Christmas. A big statement to make, but since the name "Natalia" originated from "Natale Domini" (or "Christmas Day") I have a teeny tiny right to claim my birthday as second Christmas and celebrate it accordingly (sans the tree). Not that I enjoy fussing over my birthday - it comes today and is over tomorrow. Nothing particularly mind-blowing, to be honest. Besides, I've been dealing with some dental situation over here, truly and generously powered by a dose of antibiotics and two visits to the doctors hence I chose to remain virtually absent for a few days...
The White Russian was a ray of sunshine, both literally and metaphorically. I think I am more excited about sharing this story than celebrating my birthday - unlike the age-defining occasion the story speaks to me as if it was the most delicious gateaux Opera (which I would love to have today, but alas won't be able to)
This is my fashion mirage (and Testino at his best). I also absolutely adore the styling, the natural fabrics, the metamorphosis of the simple white shirt and, naturally, Natalia who brings so much beauty and sparking energy into every shot.
Photo source: Natalia Vodianova in White Russian / Vogue US March 2007 (photography: Mario Testino, styling: Tonne Goodman)