Marike Le Roux, quiet presence though she may possess, is no less arresting. When she enters a room the focal point almost immediately shifts. This scenario played out in March of this year in Paris backstage at Hermès. A scrum of photographers greedily vied for advantage over one another attempting to capture those moments before the models took to the runway. The occasion, first looks as its called, is often untidy, fraught; the photographers are noisy, sometimes downright rude. When Marike walked before this phalanx of telephoto lenses and strobe flashes, however a certain decorum seized press corps, albeit temporarily, fleetingly. The shouting, the jockeying, subsided for a moment. Without uttering a word, Marike calmly presented a series of graceful poses, turned this way and that, smiled delicately, and took her place in the lineup.
This presence carries over into Marike’s portraits. For example, this series of digitals (above) taken this week at her home in Beverly Hills. Marike wears an unfussy Polo Ralph Lauren oxford in the morning light of Southern California. Marike’s blue eyes throughout hold sway. Her hair, cut Jean Seberg short, stands at attention at the back, somewhat impudently, betraying the breakfast hour. There is something spontaneous, unscripted, and thoroughly authentic about these images. The confidence shown by Marike to step before a camera at an early hour without the benefit of having spent hours and hours in hair and makeup speaks volumes about the model, the pictures she takes, and the presence she commands.