femme noir


I had never seen the jungle. They fed me behind bars from an iron pan till one night I felt that I was Bagheera – the Panther – and no man’s plaything, and I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away; and because I had learned the ways of men, I became more terrible in the jungle than Shere Khan.

Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book



Photographer Paul Scala Fashion Editor Tiana Wallace Hair & Makeup Peter Beard Model Ruby Jean Wilson at Priscillas

Full Story


She met her dashing husband in Paris, a wild-eyed adventurer whose work takes him to far-flung lands. He swept her quite off her feet. She comes from a rather sophisticated Belgian family and had never encountered anyone like him before, she was thoroughly charmed by his exotic ways and immediately fell for him. They have now been married for some time, about 3 years and he is very often away. She is not quite sure what he does, he might be an archeologist she thinks, or something like that but anyway he brings her gifts each time he returns to their rambling home which is nice of him of course. He often posts her pictures of himself on his travels and sometimes even takes her with him. Mostly she keeps company with her beloved cat, her dog Gideon, her husbands old trunks and her elegant trinkets….but secretly she is quite bored and lonely and dreams of adventures of her own in jungles unknown.

The beautiful Ruby-Jean Wilson traveled by boat to arrive at our location and lounged in the rock garden and collected flowers while waiting for the rest of the crew to setup. She embodied more a 70′s flowerchild at this point but morphed seamlessly into character as the scene unfolded and she became our heroine. As soon as the sun began to set she was off again over sea from whence she came.




You will find your every dream

Coming to you on the beam

When you do the jig in the jungle

Jig in The Jungle, Dorothy Dandridge

Mood Board


Guerlain Shalimar Black Mystery Eau De Parfum /