I don't like flowers! Angel’s rest. Art photography

Thursday, studio session to complete a model’s portfolio. Tall, blonde, slender; your archetypal Russian model. Preparation... at dawn, pruning shears in hand, I plunge into a flowery fallow and cut, cut the necks of wild and magnificent flowers. A little later an undergrowth loses some tall herbs and some shrubs a bit of their foliage.

Mirabelle, aka Anna, a bundle of flowers, in her arms, fidgets a little, her eyes narrowed in discomfort.

- “все хорошо? “ Is everything fine ?
- “да да; Все идет хорошо!” Yes, yes...

Well, let’s continue then... Laying on a Pulka (Lappalainen’s) a mile of perfect legs, her expression... focussed. Definitely not that comfortable. Checklist: the temperature is perfect, the decor ad hoc, the clothes, hairstyle and make-up as discussed. Well, maybe it’s one of these days...

All done, thank you! At these words, Anna springs on her feet, pierces me with a blazing blue gaze (® of Russian female archetypes); grabs the huge bouquet of flowers and foliage and throws it violently across the studio.

“I don’t like flowers!!!”