London is a fantastic city. And from the rooftop of a penthouse office block, looking out over the glittering skyline, Hayley Marie Coppin is very much enjoying the view. She is stretched out on the rooftop floor in black sheer stockings and a suspender belt, a flash of blue silk at her hips, her blonde hair fanned against the concrete as the Canary Wharf towers rise behind her in all their glittering, steel-and-glass grandeur. The contrast between the vast, hard-edged city skyline and the warm, bare softness of Hayley in the foreground is exactly as breathtaking as it sounds.
The blue knickers and suspender belt do not stay on for long at this altitude. As the city buzzes twenty floors below, Hayley peels away what little she is wearing and poses with the unhurried composure of a woman who owns every inch of the sky she is standing in. Hope you are enjoying the view, she says. The skyline is magnificent. But honestly, nobody is looking at the skyline.