It's simple really: Mathilde Frachon is writhing on the floor, on the bed, and in the woods, and is barely clothed. And can't no wispy, soft filters prevent us from seeing her gorgeous body neither.
Something about the hazy light and loose, draped clothing gives Mathilde a strange vulnerability that reminds us of some sexploitation heroines. Then again, it might just be the bared nipples. Those get us every time.
· Marie Claire Italy | Mathilde Frachon by David Bellemére (fashiongonerogue.com)