Sometime back, I came across this beautiful Fall editorial for British Vogue's October issue, featuring Georgia May Jagger frolicking in picturesque fields of the British countryside. Dressed in impeccable coats in pastel colours and flower prints and dreamy lace and chiffon dresses, Georgia May Jagger incarnated the quintessential heroine of Victorian literature: graceful with a tinge of désinvolture. Surrounded by lush fields filled with daisies and lilies and roses, and with the autumn sun creating a glorious halo around her, Georgia exudes innocence and romance, and I could not help picturing her as Cathy, the young heroine from Wuthering Heights.
" That was his most perfect idea of heaven's happiness: mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moors seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy. (...) I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee"
-- Cathy Linton, Wuthering Heights.
