Asmir Besic & William Winther-John – Part 1

By Emilia Staugaard

“The way the fashion system works now is – you see the clothes, within an hour or so they’re online, the world sees them. They don’t get to a store for six months. The next week, young celebrity girls are wearing them on red carpets. They’re in every magazine. The customer is bored with those clothes by the time they get to the store. They’re overexposed, you’re tired of them, they’ve lost their freshness”.

Tom Ford

THE SKIES AND BEYOND

Photography by EMILIA STAUGAARD
Styling by SEBASTIAN MACHADO
Grooming by CECILIE DO
Words DAVID GILLESPIE
Styling Assistant by CASPER ENERSEN
Models ASMIR BESIC and WILLIAM WINTHER-JOHN at 95MGMT

While the winter winds weave between cracks in the concrete skies and gusts graze the grounds beneath, the breaking heart of the looming storm sheds shards of light upon darkened days. Like waves, the clouds crease, forming folds and hollows where fallen faces rest; watching over from above. Looking up, it’s easy to get lost in the midst of it all.

On days like this, sand stands still; unphased by the tides and the strides of amblers passing by. The air speaks of peace and the sea slow. As the weather unravels before them, photographer Emilia Staugaard captures models Asmir and William as they watch the bruised sky bleed light from above. Side by side in silence, their eyes speak loud without confliction. They wait, eager for the moment to arrive when they can lay the weight of the world down upon the dunes and revel in the breath of the sunlight. Gazing into the great blue beyond, curiosities cast like shadows hiding behind them: If the greyest of days can fade, anything can change.

Stylist Sebastian Machado employs a range of materials to immerse the boys in the splendour of their own seaside story. Corduroy collusions meet the slender of striped sweaters; no match for the metallic reflections. As the amber hue of the evening sun bronzes the coast, the lessons of today begin blooming. Though storms sulk and rainclouds weep, blue skies will smile through swiftly. Days like this must dawn to an end but memories like melodies will play on, forever.

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