Miroslava Duma Graces Le Grand Palais, Paris.
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If you ask any street fashion photographer who they’d like to photograph during fashion week season, Miroslava Duma’s name is certain to be near the top of their lists. It’s one of those ubiquitous truths—the Russian fashion icon has a style that is rarely matched in the real world. I suppose her close friends call her Mira, but then again so do many of us, and while it might not seem like a big deal, it’s that blurred distinction between formalities and informalities that make her uniquely interesting among the big names; like Anna Dello Russo, she seems like she could be your friend (despite the fact that Duma’s disposition is quite different from her more social Italian counterpart’s). In person, the former Harper’s Bazaar editor and found of Buro247.ru is a petite, doll-faced wonder whose beauty is often not justified through the photos taken of her—she’s probably one of the most naturally gorgeous women in the industry. In fact, just about every time I photograph her, someone walks by and laments on how beautiful she is in person, like what they’ve seen on the internet must have been doctored or photoshopped somehow . . . which actually says a lot about our expectations via what we see regarding fashion in advertisements and blogs.
A woman of few public words, she can come across as shy or guarded to the novice eye, but at the wave of a hand, photographers are complicit. It is a show of strength and mutual respect that is to be admired. Miroslava Duma is always polite and generally accommodating; these are of course aspects of her that interest me, but let’s face it—people around the world are interested in her wardrobe, and of course it is my job to document that when we’re in the same cities. As of the posting of this photo I can safely say that we don’t personally know each other, and have never shaken hands, but for the past two years she’s always looked into my lens when I’ve asked for a photo, and I’ve always thanked her obliging. At least she knows my face.