Hermès, Galop d’Hermès
Every little girl wants a pony.
There is something about that silken mane and indomitable gaze that seizes our attention. Or is it aspiration? Each of four limbs a perfect marriage of power and grace. But then there is the stallion. Entranced as we are to watch him, to ride him is another thrill. To feel his entire muscular composition undulate between our thighs, that perfect play of fear and conquest. The essence of all of this wildness encapsulated in rose-tinted water and a silver stirrup is the woman we grew up to be.