Marisa Abela’s Whiplash Glamour for Perfect Magazine

Take the argyle sweater, a preppy standby forever tied to country clubs and academia. On Abela, it’s not a symbol of polite society, but a canvas for rebellion. She wears it cinched with a wide, sturdy leather belt and a skirt that’s less fabric, more hardware—a cascade of polished metal rings and chunky chains. It’s a look that begs the question: is this a prep school dropout, or just a new kind of student altogether?

A different image presents a masterful play on denim. A jacket and skirt combination, but with a twist. A corset-like lacing runs down the spine, creating an architectural detail that is both delicate and aggressively cool. The long, trailing ribbons lend a touch of dramatic flair, like a forgotten detail from a haute couture show reanimated for a modern punk hero.

The final shot, a stark black-and-white portrait, strips everything away, leaving just a simple oversized button-down shirt and Abela’s piercing gaze. It’s a moment of quiet defiance that proves the styling is secondary to the attitude. What Abela and Sundsbø have captured is the new language of femininity—powerful, contradictory, and utterly captivating.