“The silver is catching the light perfectly today, Bethann,” her assistant, Marcus, said, nodding toward her hair. It was a shimmering mane of salt and pepper, coiled into a sculptural knot.
Bethann smiled, the fine lines around her eyes deepening with genuine warmth. She adjusted the heavy, hand-carved amber beads at her throat. mature bethann nude
The gallery doors opened, and a group of young design students filed in. They looked at the photographs—stark, high-contrast shots of seventy-year-old models in bold silks and structured wools—and then at Bethann. One girl, clutching a sketchbook, approached her. “How do you stay so... relevant?” the girl whispered. “The silver is catching the light perfectly today,