Hayley Marie Coppin takes a stroll through a sun-dappled public park like she owns every blade of grass beneath her sandalled feet. She wanders barefoot along the edge of a green duck pond, her short black dress printed all over with white bows catching the breeze as she trails her fingers through the reeds. Her wavy blonde hair tumbles over her shoulders, sunglasses perched on her head, pink-painted nails gleaming as she explores the park with a playful, carefree energy that catches every eye, whether she means it to or not.
As Hayley drifts between the grand old park trees, the game changes. She lets the bow-printed dress ride up and up, pausing to peel it over her curves and reveal the barely-there pink floral bikini she has been hiding beneath it all along. She leans against a broad tree trunk with the grassy park stretching out behind her, all sun-warmed skin and knowing smiles, completely unbothered by the world beyond the lens. Half-dressed in the open air, she poses with the easy charm of a woman who has always known that the park is infinitely more interesting when she is in it.