14h45: I go back to Fabrice, my face’s entirely orange. He wanted color, he certainly got it.
14h47: I apologize to Fabrice for the ladder in my tights. I ask him to avoid taking pictures of my left leg.
14h49: Fabrice proposes we take five more minutes to change my tights.
14h50: I answer I don’t have any others.
14h52: In fact I have many in my drawer.
14h54: the issue lies more around my boots. It took me forty-five minutes to put them on. Per boot. After greasing my tights. And breaking 3 nails. Alright, I even cried.
14h56: Not a chance I take them off.
14h57: Even under the knife, I won’t confess to being stuck in my boots to a professional photographer.
14h58: Fabrice who really is a perfect man reassures me. Photoshop will help hide everything.
15h00: We start with a session on the couch. Fabrice asks me to look at the window while turning my face towards him.
15h01: I do the exact opposite.
15h02: Fabrice as a strained smile. I think he begins to understand the extent of the damage.
15h03: I explain to Fabrice that I’m bad with coordination and so we’d better start with simple instructions. By “simple”, I mean one at a time.
15h04: Fabrice uses twice as much gentleness and tells me the most important is to smile.
15h06: Fabrice explains that it’s even better to open your mouth slightly when you smile.
15h07: I prefer dying rather than showing my teeth.
15h09: Fabrice cracks a crappy joke and I open my month. Damn, he is too good.
15h11: I strike a completely natural pose without my free will knowing. Fabrice shoots and tells me I am “super cute”. I’m too proud, I smile so widely it looks stupid.
15h12: I’m starting to love it.
15h14: The flashing camera makes me feel weird, I’m almost excited.
15h17: Something really strong is happening, I can feel it.
15h20: There’s only him and me, I give him a lot right now
15h23: I play with the lens like I’m so used to it.
15h26: It’s incredible, I have it in my blood. Fabrice doesn’t stop shooting. I think that is magic. Something very simple yet very complicated.
15h30: Right now, if he asked me to undress, I would do it. Just like that, a sort of offering.
15h32: But he’s not asking.
15h33: It doesn’t matter, we are beyond nudity, I think I’m actually making love to the lens.
15h33: I just pushed my son out of the camera’s field.
15h35: It’s time for us to stop, Fabrice and I are losing our points of reference.
15h37: Fabrice seems in a hurry to leave, I think he is scared by what we just went through. It’s too much at once, poor thing.
15h40: I don’t even have time to say goodbye before he disappears. It’s delicate, a man…
Edit: To see the picture, you’ll have to buy “Bien dans ma vie” because I don’t want to put my face on the Net. Moreover, the pictures have a copyright, at least while the magazine isn’t yet available.
Edit 2: The pictures, I have to say, did impress me. I think this kind of photo shoot should be a sort of therapy. Because after a while, I swear, you forget you don’t like yourself.
Edit 3: I want to point out that I didn’t actually undress. That’s for the man who sometimes is very “literal”.
