She was supposed to be going out. Hayley Marie Coppin is dressed for it -- a red outfit that flatters every curve, long golden hair blown out to perfection, a smile over her shoulder that could stop traffic from a hundred yards. Whatever the plan was for the evening, she looks like someone who already knows she will be the most interesting person in the room, wearing that easy, unbothered confidence of a woman who is simply accustomed to that being the case. The chrome detail behind her gives the opening shots a sleek, glamorous edge -- this is a woman who came to be seen.
The evening, however, takes a turn. The red comes off -- a zip, a shimmy, the whole outfit peeled away with the same unhurried authority she brings to everything else -- and Hayley decides that whatever was on the agenda can wait. She moves through the shoot with the relaxed ownership of someone who knows the best thing she could possibly wear is nothing at all, and she is entirely correct. Long, bare, golden-haired and gloriously nude, Hayley has decided she is not going anywhere. As it turns out, that was always the better plan.