For me this is sun glare on the porcelain skin, touched by suntan. Bare feet on a heated kitchen floor on a Saturday noon. This is a flax woven spit, bright lips from lipstick or, from a cherry eaten. It is a trickle of juice from a bitten peach, flowing on the hands and lips. This matte, a tanned shoulder peeping out of your shirt, casually dressed in the morning. This muted, mellow red on the nails and thin snow-white strips on the skin in contrast with the tan ...
This is a flight of gait on thin stiletto heels, so unstable that the men's hands themselves drag themselves to catch. For me, femininity is in the details. In small, not always noticeable nuances. In those special little things that create slightly careless, but finished image of a woman. Happy and beloved. If you want to plunge in this sweet bliss - welcome to my world!