A Sunday on the island
She had come to our city from half the world away to study French and English. She spoke slowly, picking her words thoughtfully, pausing between sentences.
She was interested in modelling from the outset. So we agreed to meet outdoors on the islands, on an early Sunday morning. She moved shyly, and was ill at ease with full-length poses. We therefore did portraits; most of them came out very good.
We shot the last frames on uneven stone stairs winding down towards the river, and then sat on a big rock, in the shade, with the water lapping at our feet. Gazing at the city skyline on the opposite shore, we ate a light snack in serene silence.
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