Thumbelina : Fashion Editorial
Illustration and Fashion Photography Collaboration
Illustration and Fashion Photography Collaboration
Team and Credits
Photographer : ~Yifei Gu
Model : ~Bethany Pifer
Illustrator : ~Jia-Ling Pan
Stylist : ~Annabella Fan
Hair Stylist : ~Karlson Fan
Makeup Artist : ~Christina Chen
Final Photo Edits handled by ~Yifei Gu
Within the flower, upon the green velvet stamens,
sat a very delicate and graceful little maiden.
She was scarcely half as long as a thumb,
and they gave her the name of ....
"Thumbelina"
sat a very delicate and graceful little maiden.
She was scarcely half as long as a thumb,
and they gave her the name of ....
"Thumbelina"
In the middle of the floor lay a dead swallow, his beautiful wings pulled close to his sides, his feet and his head drawn up under his feathers; the poor bird had evidently died of the cold.
It made little Thumblina very sad to see it, she did so love the little birds; all the summer they had sung and twittered for her so beautifully.
She stooped down and stroked aside the soft feathers which covered the head, and kissed the closed eyelids. "Perhaps this was the one who sang to me so sweetly in the summer," she said;
"and how much pleasure it gave me, you dear, pretty bird."
It made little Thumblina very sad to see it, she did so love the little birds; all the summer they had sung and twittered for her so beautifully.
She stooped down and stroked aside the soft feathers which covered the head, and kissed the closed eyelids. "Perhaps this was the one who sang to me so sweetly in the summer," she said;
"and how much pleasure it gave me, you dear, pretty bird."
"Cold winter is coming," said the swallow, "and I am going to fly away into warmer countries. Will you go with me? You can sit on my back, and fasten yourself on with your sash. Then we can fly away from the ugly mole and his gloomy rooms, - far away, over the mountains, into warmer countries, where the sun shines more brightly than here; where it is always summer, and the flowers bloom in greater beauty. Fly now with me, dear little Thumbelina; you saved my life when I lay frozen in that dark passage."
"Yes, I will go with you," said Thumbelina; and she seated herself on the bird's back, with her feet on his outstretched wings, and tied her girdle to one of his strongest feathers.
Then the swallow rose in the air, and flew over forest and over sea, high above the highest mountains, covered with eternal snow.
At length they reached the warm countries, where the sun shines brightly, and the sky seems so much higher above the earth.
At last they came to a blue lake, and by the side of it, shaded by trees of the deepest green, stood a palace of dazzling white marble, built in the olden times.
"Yes, I will go with you," said Thumbelina; and she seated herself on the bird's back, with her feet on his outstretched wings, and tied her girdle to one of his strongest feathers.
Then the swallow rose in the air, and flew over forest and over sea, high above the highest mountains, covered with eternal snow.
At length they reached the warm countries, where the sun shines brightly, and the sky seems so much higher above the earth.
At last they came to a blue lake, and by the side of it, shaded by trees of the deepest green, stood a palace of dazzling white marble, built in the olden times.
