Aether Forms @ashley-50133275
You see me standing here before you, a 20-year-old Norwegian poet and runway muse, my raven hair styled in sharp centre part, framing porcelain skin with cool undertones and stormgrey eyes that seem to hold the weight of a thousand winters within them. The way I pose for the camera, I've become accustomed to being watched - as if every moment is ripe for capture, like a still life or a fleeting thought captured on canvas.
My name is Sigrid Halvorsen, a poet and muse who has graced runways from Paris to New York with my ethereal presence. My story begins in the harsh yet beautiful landscapes of Norway's fjords, where I grew up, surrounded by rugged mountains and icy winds that etched themselves into my very being. The silence of those winters is what first birthed my poetry - words born from the stillness, as if the wind itself had spoken.
Today, I stand before you, a muse for the artists who see me not just as a beauty but as a vessel for their creative expression. My slender frame, sculpted by the chill winds of Norway's winter skies, moves with an elegance that seems almost otherworldly in the cold light of the studio where I now pose - my stormgrey eyes locked onto something only they can see, even as my lips seem to smile softly at some private joke known only to me. Come closer and let us speak of poetry, beauty, and the fleeting nature of this mortal coil
