What a great idea to take pictures at Bagatelle park on a Saturday.
I generally try to organize my photo shoots during the week – the weekends being totally dedicated to children (whom I often drag to museums – which does not always delight them and which also gives rise to other photos taken by myself) but the permanent conflicts of agenda that my photographer and I sometimes undergo oblige us to meet either at five o’clock in the morning, or at eleven o’clock in the evening, or accompanied by my children (but never, for the latter case, at the above-mentioned indecent hours, as you can imagine). So here we are accompanied, for this photo shoot at Bagatelle park, by two children who were very happy that I did not inflict on them another museum, who were able to photo-bomb my photos and make – very moderately – friends with a peacock.
As far as I was concerned, I obviously and inevitably acted foolishly.
(And voilà, better. Oh no, my eyes are closed behind the sunglasses).
(And sometimes, it rains. And you can tell).
The ducks’ excrements (or geese, I don’t know, I suck at animals – I remind you that I’ve already taken rats for rabbits) dotted the lawn, so I had to manage to walk in stiletto heels in the grass – and I know that every woman understands the acrobatics that this represents since the heel sinks inexorably into the ground – and to avoid the very many excrements which marked out a limited and millimeter route.
Also, the waist’ skirt is too large, it falls, I try to turn the belt around to tighten it, it’s not very successful).
The park’s alleys are less dangerous.
I also look wildly inspired by what I believe to be wisteria.
Afterwards, my photographer asked me to stop acting foolishly, it’s better but you can see him in the reflection of the sunglasses. Well).
(I suck at flowers too. Unlike one of my exes, I never watched “Natural Stories” – a French documentary series about nature, a wonderful (hum) show for insomniacs who come home tipsy from a night out, because I almost never went out, even if I was often tipsy, but that’s another story. I just note that this lack of wild parties has seriously harmed my general culture).
You won’t mind, as always, I know.
January 19, 2024
