Luba was up early, showered and shiny clean in her most conservative outfit (which is still seriously sexy), and went to celebrate the Resurrection at the sumptuous Russian Orthodox Church built in Paris exactly seventy years ago. She came home with her "baska" cake, her eyes glowing and her Easter eggs blessed by the Priest. “He had already kissed hundreds of people, and was so surprised when he kissed me three times on my cheeks.” Really!
In the meantime, I was preparing my first major shoot with Henrietta, the archetypal Hegre Girl. She had done some modelling in Hungary, but knew if she were going to make a career, she would have to wave goodbye to Budapest and get the night train to Paris. It was a good job she did! With that natural blend of sweetness and inexperience, she is already on the fast track, as you can see from the sneak preview: eyes right.
Henrietta has a way of touching your emotions, as I’m sure you “archivists” will agree when she starts making her appearance on the update pages this summer. After the five-hour session with Henrietta, Luba and I got ready for Paris after dark. We had been invited by one Carl De Canada to join his 400+ guests at a party in the subterranean depths of an old hotel once owned by the late George Bizet, composer of the opera Carmen, and with the music revved up, the champagne flowing, and the gorgeous crowd dedicated to hedonism and excess, Luba and I are just a little "reduced" today. Action + consumption = our appointment with Dahmane had to be postponed to late this evening…I am ashamed. It is so unprofessional!