We said it was coming all week. As of today, it's up.

No skyline this time, no concrete room either. Just Isolde, a trail before the rest of the world was awake, and wildflowers that had only just decided to open.

It's spring where she is. While the rest of the roster's been leaning into sweaters and early dark, Isolde's been chasing sunrise on a bushwalking trail in the opposite season, dew still on the grass, a flannel half off one shoulder, a thermos she never actually got around to drinking from. Less styled than anything we've put up lately, more like she let us tag along.

It's a good reminder that "this time of year" depends entirely on where you're standing.

Full set is live on Fanvue now. Wear boots for this one.