Hayley Marie Coppin has raided the wardrobe of a decade she was clearly born too late for, and she has never looked more irresistible for it. Wrapped in vintage seventies glamour, she sports a red floral bandana tied across her blonde hair, oversized yellow hoop earrings that catch the warm light, and the kind of easy, free-spirited cool that only a true free rider could pull off. The walls behind her are dressed with David Bailey photography, black and white icons gazing down as she works through her own retro fantasy: skin-tight trousers that leave nothing to the imagination, hot pants that frame every curve, platform boots lending her already incredible legs an extra inch of attitude.
One by one the pieces come off, each item of vintage-inspired clothing giving way to something far more compelling underneath. Hayley peels away the layers with a leisurely confidence, the bandana the last to go as she finally settles nude on the windowsill, the afternoon light sculpting every contour of her body in gold and shadow. The easy rider spirit lives on, just considerably less clothed than the decade that inspired it. Groovy does not even begin to cover it.