The Sky's The Limit

With a blend of English, Saudi Arabian and Armenian heritage, Skye Jones has a kaleidoscopic perspective on humanity. As she breaks into film photography and lands a major modelling gig, she is leading the charge of her generation’s dreamers.

- Georgie Bradley

Skye Jones can’t sit still. She’s just bounced off a 14-hour flight from New York but her energy bank is still in credit. Even though it’s still day zero in Dubai, she’s already seen family friends in Umm Suqeim in the five hours she’s been on the ground. “I don’t like being alone for too long,” she says, with a glossy glint in her un-jet lagged eye. “I like to take advantage of wherever I am and experience as many things as possible. I get a rush from the new.”

Surprisingly, this is the tri-national’s (English, her dad; Saudi Arabian and Armenian, her mum) first foray into the Gulf. “I’ve been to Lebanon before, but not here. I’m dying to eat some Lebanese food, but I guess there wouldn’t be much of that here, right?” There is a resplendent jump on her honeyed face when she’s brought to light on that situation.

Between now and 72 hours later when she will be homeward bound, Skye will be relentlessly spinning on an axis to do everything she can possibly do (because: “I have to go to the desert, to the Dubai Mall”). The finely chiselled beauty, wearing roomy high-waisted dark denim jeans, a black crop top and a mood-blue suit jacket with a pair of fashion kicks, is on the cusp of greatness. She is in her final year at New York University studying film photography (“if you look at pictures of me when I was three, you’ll see I was always carrying a camera”) as her major, and child and adolescent psychology as her minor (“purely out of interest”). She’s worked out a way to not miss any classes for this trip. She’s beyond grateful for her Lower East Side dwellings and the fact that she travels all the time, which “I really don’t want to end anytime soon,” she says, as if her life is ludicrously heaven-sent.