Supermom, superboss, superwoman…superlatives can only be applied so far, but supermodel Natalia Vodianova seems to take them all the way.
.Beach life in Bali is sweet. Days are spent sipping ice tea by the CRYSTAL clear waters of the Indian ocean, or watching the fishermen from the INFINITY pool. A perfect GETAWAY in every sense..
There’s 160 steps down to the beach. The prospect would seem more daunting were the water not a silky turquoise hue extending as far as the eye can see, and glistening with a glimmer belonging to the highest clarity scale of a diamond. As I descend, I notice the reef, a protective shell enveloping the beach. Hundreds of metres of perfectly still water come to an end in crashing waves and white swells worthy of any surfer. Since a surfer I am not, I settle in a sunbed under a leafed roof, with my copy of Our Man in Havana and a lychee ice tea. In my head begin serious deliberations and pro-con lists of whether moving to this island is really as good of an idea as it currently seems.
“Photographing attractive PEOPLE who were doing attractive THINGS in attractive PLACES.” — Slim Aarons
How does a young American go from serving as a combat photographer during World War II to capturing the international jet-set in their intimate and hedonistic habitat? By realising that the only beach worth landing on is one that “has a blonde on it.”
The appeal of Capri is ENDLESS: a hedonistic yet confidently unassuming dolce vita that has CHARMED Roman Emperors and Hollywood stars alike, but finding its real essence among the loud tourist facade is a CHALLENGE of its own.
The sun is low and the town is languid from sleep when I arrive in Capri by ferry. Already I begin to understand the enduring appeal of the island. It feels like taking that first gasp of fresh air when jumping out of the ocean; fresh, serene. They’re slightly paradoxical adjectives to use, given the glamorous and hedonistic history of the island. Jackie Kennedy Onassis made it her second home in summer, strolling around the whitewashed bougainvillea-covered streets with Lee Radziwill and Valentino Garavani. Brigitte Bardot filmed Le Mepris at the scenic Casa Malaparte, appearing on the architectural wonder’s symmetric cliffside stairs and rooftop in what would become iconic examples of French cinematography. Centuries before that, in AD 27, Roman Emperor Tiberius built the Villa Jovis, where his life was either modest and secluded, or one full of debauchery—you choose what legend to believe.