From Stab issue 61, on sale now: Isn’t it just the thing, when the sun is like a fire in your hair, and sweat trickles into your eyes, to hit the refresh button in a t-shirt of the cleanest, finest white…
Words by Derek Rielly, photos by Kane Skennar.
Will you let me paint you a portrait of a girl? Two girls?
One, six feet, with yellow hair, background Bavarian, skin an acre of the softest brown. Do you see limbs that appear to be fashioned in marble by a classical Italian sculptor? Follow those movements! Look! See how she folds those legs and arms, while making a bed on volcanic rock! Is that a dance? A pantomime?
And, an Australian girl, more than cute, but don’t it just depend on what angle your eyes sweep? Straight ahead and it’s the freckles of an open face, all harmony and fullness. But, also, there it is!… the model, cheekbones cantilevered from a face gifted to mankind by the random blend of genetics.
A white t-shirt is nothing if inoffensive. Fold it over your body and it flies you to the beach, the office or a wedding (but you must pair with simple suit!). If your genetic code is Americano you might even wear a white tee to bed.
But, mix a white t-shirt with the Pacific Ocean and these girls with the names Matilda (Australian) and Miriam (Deutsch) and a photographer who criss-crosses the world photographing such women and such things and…well… don’t it just make your heart sing like a bird?