My daughter and I went shopping downtown in San Francisco at the Anthropologie flagship on Market. For the past few years that has been the store where we find more items than anywhere else that she can admire for their own sakes and regard as up-to-date while also wearable for the office. But that is not to say the process is easy. Today we bought one pair of pants after trying on nine or ten garments, a fairly typical ratio of success to failure in any of our retail endeavors.
Anthropologie also sells housewares (including chandeliers) and furniture which are scattered around the store among the racks of clothing. Outside the dressing room I sat on a six thousand dollar button-tufted sofa made of yellow leather and studied the current paper version of the Anthropologie catalog. That is where I discovered the pages you see here, and the totally amazing fashion model you see here.
I brought a copy of the catalog home and interrogated it conscientiously to see if the names of the photographer and the stylist and the model were given because the lighting and the colors and the poses created such a unified mood of appealing delicacy. But of course the names were not given because the corporation bought and paid for the services of the participants and in the world of fashion catalogs that is considered to be all that is owed them.