Come along on a shoot day with Hayley Marie Coppin. She arrives at the location with a suitcase absolutely stuffed with outfits, the kind of wardrobe situation that requires genuine commitment: shoes scattered across the carpet, underwear draped over the vintage chair, a patchwork quilt on the bed behind her slowly disappearing under a tide of abandoned options. She picks an outfit, shoots it, picks another, shoots that too, and by the end of the day the bedroom looks like the most glamorous explosion in fashion history.
And then the day is over, the suitcase is theoretically ready to be repacked, and Hayley is kneeling in the middle of it all with her wavy blonde hair loose around her shoulders and absolutely not a stitch on. It has been a long day, she explains, and she simply cannot be bothered to put her clothes back on. Looking at her, kneeling happily nude amongst the beautiful wreckage of a well-lived wardrobe, it is very difficult to argue with that logic.