Julia Fleming by Dominick Sheldon for 10 Magazine, Spring/Summer 2016
Posted Jun 16, 2016
Julia Fleming glows in “A Light Shone In The Night Somewhere Ahead. Blue Turned Into Green, Then It Was Red” by Dominick Sheldon for 10 Magazine, SS 2016. Taken from the opening line of “Penny Arcade” by Roy Orbison; vintage tune reflects tone of piece. Perception… The act of perceiving… The state of being awaken to something through the senses. To be in the moment… To be aware… To be conscious of life going on around you. Being able to see and appreciate those minuscule moments, those are the very things that makes us who we are. PVC plastic pushes a sense of revelation into the mix, with panels that are at once solid yet see thru. Sophia Neophitou brands upon the page styles that bring a sense of strange. Just a slip of fashion is all we see as the fervor of fire ignites a revelry. A modern mix of vaporous shades fall over the scene with dynamic designs that work together. Rainbow colors coalesce in sin as red, purple and blue are cast amidst the smoke/skin. Empowerment ignites, proving the peaceful act of seeking freedom can lead to the projection of personal strength.
The face of the future has arrive as Susie Sobol seeks a new day of neon. We have entered a season of change – a real and defiant switch from that which we are accustomed. Eyebrows are erased in an effort to show the face with a line so bleached you believe it’s bare. Mascara is of the past, with naked lashes that seem to be the new thing. Going back to basics, in Fleming’s face we rediscover the power of purity. Allowing each feature just one complimenting color, we are focusing on the natural elements of beauty. Peacock blue surrounds the entire lid, echoing past lines on either side. While yellow/green eyes pop with passion, electric, blue lips follow suit. Modern makeup erupts with cosmetic calculations unlike we’ve seen this season. The most compelling fact of this sumptuous story is that she’s wearing just two pigments on the face at one time. Tomi Kono has some fun with faux dews sending us into the next century. Real or robotic, wigs get wicked going from a bright, red mullet to a short, black shelved look. Ardent passions are vehemently declared as symphonic shades flow through the aire. When we find our individuality, we are able to appreciate the rare beauty bestowed upon us.