Hayley Marie Coppin has never been much for conventional breakfast routines. There she is in her black satin pyjamas with their cheeky hot-pink trim, perched at a glass kitchen table with a box of Corn Flakes and a glass of juice, looking like the most dangerous morning person you have ever encountered. The pop art prints on the wall behind her and the sunlight streaming through the big windows give the whole scene a bright, playful energy, and Hayley seems to be in an extraordinarily good mood. She pours herself a bowl and raises an eyebrow that says the cereal is absolutely the last thing on her mind.
One by one the pyjama buttons come undone, the black satin parting to reveal her tanned curves in the most gloriously nonchalant fashion. She carries on with breakfast, topless and thoroughly unbothered, turning the glass table into her personal runway with long bare legs crossed and a grin that would brighten any morning. By the end, the Corn Flakes sit neglected and she is sitting in nothing but the morning light, proving that mornings are indeed the best time of day to be a little bit naughty.