(boots Chloe, jeans Ralph Lauren Denim, shirt American Vintage, parka Burberry Prorsum, necklace Maria Zureta)
Polina's Autumn thoughts about a day we met for a chat and quick shoot:
I don’t like waking up in November. I shiver. I drag myself to the
window, light a cigarette, look out. I don't like Moscow. I close my
eyes, I pretend another morning in St. Germain, I try to remember the
smallest details: scents, sounds, senses. It gets better. It always
does.
Coffee, perfume, earphones, ready. “I always tell the girls,
never take it seriously, if ya never take it seriosuly, ya never get
hurt, ya never get hurt, ya always have fun, and if you ever get lonely,
just go to the record store and visit your friends”. Jimi, Janis, Jim,
Bob, Neil – they are all here waiting. They always are.
Next stop –
old Moscow's little alleys, the very heart of the city, beautiful streets,
mansions, churches, a café near the Conservatory, the only place,
where they can always add cardamon to your espresso. Here I
sometimes even forget about Paris. I almost always do.
I’m
meeting HER. We’ve been near since school, then uni and now we are
sitting here, chatting again about our work, friends, music, rare
movies, everything. She's so inspiring, she's so feminine, she's so chic,
and her unique smile, that she wears… She always does.
We take some
pictures for her blog, wander around and then go our own ways:
she's got more work to do today and I hurry home to hide
from grey city. I put the needle on and Billie Holiday starts to whisper
to me in her velvet voice, which rambles through the room just like
puffs of smoke from my cigarette. I feel soothed and so calm. It helps.
It always does.
It was just another Sunday.
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