LOLITA IN PARIS
Here's the first part of my so longed-for shooting with Philipp Morozov, a young russian photographer living in London. We met last April in a parisian café, before to shoot this awesome series in a charming hotel designed by Christian Lacroix, in the Marais.
I never drank so much water in my whole life, for I was so stressed out at the beginning ! I prayed for it to be white wine but it did not work and finally I let myself be tamed by the camera...
After we spent eight hours in this room, we had a total of 314 pictures, all taken with films or polaroids.
This is madness to me - and such wonderful memories.
Thanks again to my brilliant photographer, who made it all so perfect♥
♫ The Kinks - Lola ♫
Who are you ?
A sad Lolita, a desperate lover, a teasing child, a living doll, a lost soul.
No one could ever know - you forgot about it yourself.
The eyes. Those eyes.
They were said to be strong, deep, terrified, passionate, ardent.
But the only thing I can see through them is love and sadness.
You said you didn't care. He said it was a lie.
Can the eyes tell such a truth ?
Now you're scared. Waiting for him to come back again.
It will start all over. You may want to run and run away from it, it's here, it will always be here.
So you tried to move, fly to other places where his shadow weren't behind you. You found such an amazement at looking at your own changes, honeyed changes. Now you're calling for his attention, but this time he won't call you back.
♥ Bisous bisous ♥