Sophia Smith brings the flair from the very first frame. Dressed in a sleek black keyhole halterneck dress that skims elegantly from neck to floor, she takes her seat on a wicker chair on a sun-warmed stone terrace, the garden green and lush behind her, every inch of her the picture of composed, understated glamour. Her dark hair is swept into a neat bun, her posture is perfect, and the overall effect is of someone who takes the art of dressing -- and undressing -- very seriously indeed. The one hint that this is not the whole story? A single electric-blue lace thigh-high stocking peeking beneath the hem, the only splash of colour in an otherwise monochrome elegance.
The black dress goes first, and then Sophia is nothing but that blue lace and a wicked grin, bending forward against the sun-baked stone wall with the gleeful confidence of someone who has been waiting all set to do exactly this. The flair turns out to be the whole point: beneath the polished, minimal exterior was this -- daring, playful, and absolutely gorgeous. Style with flair indeed.