Author: Pina

It’s the height of summer, yet from the cool stillness of her Oslo home, Gine Margrethe appears impossibly radiant. A thick sandy blonde bob skims high cheekbones, her complexion dewy and near poreless, crystal-blue eyes catching the Nordic light with ease. In a crisp shirt, she leans in. Candid, present. Here to speak of personalized…

It’s the height of summer, yet from the cool stillness of her Oslo home, Gine Margrethe appears impossibly radiant. A thick sandy blonde bob skims high cheekbones, her complexion dewy and near poreless, crystal-blue eyes catching the Nordic light with ease. In a crisp shirt, she leans in. Candid, present. Here to speak of personalized…