Savannah Brooks’s gallery

Made it to Soweto for opening night and the red dress won the vote after all — backstage is pure chaos and my zipper is still losing. Come finish what you started, babe? 😈

Soweto Fashion Week starts tomorrow and apparently my finger hit book before my brain woke up — one tiny suitcase, zero plans, pure instinct. Talk me out of packing the red dress, babe? 😈

Ten days until Vegas and I decided my pre-runway ritual is homemade sushi and something strawberry in a tall glass. The rolls came out ugly but the chef more than makes up for it. Come be my taste-tester, babe? 😈

Halloween's still cooling down and I've already booked my escape — Vegas Fashion Week is two weeks out and the flight was bought before my coffee got cold. Come help me pick the first look, babe? 😈

Last day of Lagos Fashion Week and the city saved its best presentations for last — except I'm stuck halfway into my pick and this zipper refuses to cooperate. Come finish what I started, babe?

Velvet against my skin and a drink the same shade as my lips — this rooftop is doing Halloween better than anyone tonight. Come find me before I disappear into the dark, daddy? 😈

Can't sleep and I'm already building a vampire look for tonight's runway — black lace everywhere and I still can't find the one piece that ties it together. Come help me dig through this pile, babe? 😈

Sneaked off to find a quiet room at this Halloween party and the devil costume didn't survive the trip. The door's still open and I'm not closing it. Come find me before someone else does, daddy? 💦

Taipei's skyline doesn't know what it's looking at right now. Jet lag won and the clothes never made it back on. You want a better view than the whole city's getting, daddy? 💦

Dubai's done with me and Lagos is already pulling my suitcase toward the door, so naturally I'm stalling in a hot shower instead of packing. The towel isn't winning either. Come zip this bag shut for me, daddy? 💦