Look Beyond

Sophie B steps onto a sun-warmed wooden deck high above rolling green hills, a sheer aqua mesh dress draping her body like a second skin, its circular cut-outs running from collarbone to thigh and revealing flashes of bare flesh with every shift of the breeze. Gold strappy heels catch the afternoon light, her honey-brown hair is loose and sun-streaked, and a glossy red lip gives her face a finishing touch of cinema glamour. Palm fronds brush the railing beside her and the view beyond is pure English countryside: hedgerows, distant trees, a sky filling with late-day colour. Look Beyond is a title that could refer to the landscape, but no one standing on this deck would be looking anywhere but at Sophie.

She pulls the aqua mesh down from her shoulders, pressing her hands to her breasts as the sheer fabric bunches at her waist and the cut-out pattern warps around her midriff. Later she turns to lean on the dark metal railing, the dress discarded on the boards behind her, and the view shifts to her nude back, the narrow dip of her waist, and the tight, pert curve of her bum lifted by the gold heels. Her long legs taper to the strappy sandals as she gazes out across the valley, hair blowing gently over one shoulder. The countryside beyond is beautiful. Sophie, silhouetted against it, is something else entirely.