We are having the worst freaking weather EVER here in France… I actually have never seen such a horrible month of May, it’s been so cold and raining almost everyday and it is just NOT POSSIBLE ANYMORE. If it doesn’t stop anytime soon, you are probably going to assist to the death of all French people due to massive depression and lack of sunshine… And I do not wish that to happen…
Besides, non stop rain is a real pain when it comes to life organization : I can’t get my dog out as much as I’d like, it ruins my hair as soon as I wash it, it deprives us all from entire days of Roland Garros matches, and mainly it prevents me to shoot what I need to shoot. Rain has always been my worst pet peeve as a photographer : besides keeping me from goint out as I’d like and dressing up as I’d want, the humidity and very weak light during the few minutes when it doesn’t rain are the worst conditions to take pictures. And don’t even get me started on my appartment, which is usually pretty bright but instantly transforms as a mortuary cave with this kind of weather… So we ended up taking these pictures during a 5 minutes rain break, I decided to go with a sailor outfit to stay in tune with this humid atmosphere…
I think now you know that I’ve got many many obsessions. As my Mom would say “when you’ve got an idea in your head, it sure ain’t in your feet.”
I’ve got permanent obsessions, that I’ve had for years now, like breton stripes. We were discussing this in my latest article, and it just goes to show !!! By the way, I’ve checked it out on my computer : on the 5 series of outfits I’ve already shot in advance, 4 have striped tops… I am THAT crazy.
I’ve also got some “seasonal” obsessions, may I say. Obsessions that are coming and going as time goes. You know, with all these social medias, when something’s fashionable, you just see it all day everyday. Sometimes, the more you see that thing, the more you hate it, and sometimes it just makes you more madly in love with it every time. Sometimes, you even start by hating it until you end up loving it. Or vice versa. Anyway.
Hair is like a wild animal. You need to get to know it really well to be able to tame it, but even when it’s done, it remains wild and unpredictable. You wake up one morning and it just won’t behave and get in shape. I kinda think that’s what happened during this shoot.
And it’s funny too, I don’t know about you, but everytime I finally decide to get myself a haircut, the day of my appointment, my hair is suddenly disciplined and well-behaved, like if it knew I was going to send it away to the slaughterhouse. And I feel it’s kinda cruel, like if that wild animal wasn’t so wild after all, like maybe I could work with it some more, like maybe it wasn’t necessary to cut it up. But the appointment has been taken, there’s not turning back. So I just suck it up, say goodbye and go !
All these pretty metaphores to say that my hair looks terrible on these photos, and that’s probably what got me to get a new haircut right after. So this is my last outfit post starring this particular mane 😉