Posts featuring stylist Jonathan Mahaut
March 11, 2014
Published in: Avant-Garde
Vika Falileeva Calls to the Wild in French Revue de Modes
Vika Falileeva gives an avant-garde call to the wild in this edgy editorial by Urivaldo Lopes for French Revue de Modes #24. Utilizing the opposing forces of nature, Lopes takes the lead in this story of strength and surroundings. Stepping into Spring, Vika turns heads with a playful attitude, that’s brimming with an evocative edge. Stylist, Jonathan Mahaut, looks to the fut…
January 7, 2014
Published in: Editorials
Karina Zabrivo Stuns in 'Bird of Paradise' Schön!
Karina Zabrivo captures the beauty of the night in ‘Bird of Paradise’ by Urivaldo Lopes for Schön! Magazine #23. Covered in a baroque mix of airy designs, the exquisite mist of lovely looks lifts us through the night. A divine blend of dreamy styles by Louis Vuitton, Azzedine Alaïa and Christian Dior (Fashion Editor) Jonathan Mahaut mixes a decadent array of silks and br…
T’s Philosophy
August 8, 2019
Published in: T'S PHILOSOPHY
Woman Walking This World Alone...
Sara Blomqvist captures the je ne sais quoi of the city in ‘Paris Chic’ by Sebastian Sabal-Bruce for Vogue Germany, September 2019. Suits send a message of strength, with squared shoulders and straight lines.
June 26, 2019
Published in: T'S PHILOSOPHY
Street Scene Seen in Hunger Magazine
Marco Réa captures a unique blend of beauty/street in ‘Mask‘ by Chris Milo for Hunger Magazine. He applies his scattered artwork on copied photographs. Making the end result appear as if some of the paint is splattered over Nana Abramova’s fine face, while the rest is met with a pane of glass.
December 23, 2018
Published in: T'S PHILOSOPHY
The Lines of Lunacy All But Unleashed
Unto this house we will a home… living far inside the palindrome… from back to front it is the same… hiding inside the sights of plain… ore’ the pathway of beauty abounds… as water rushes in solemn surround… what was lost in truth we found… as we make our way to higher ground… faded in glory we feed on the light… hungry we hang on to witness the sight… bending in borrowed time we yield… ourselves to a state of reverent appeal….