Tous les noms sont déjà pris... pfff...
Make-up
Her face was white, her lips was red with a black draw under them. The make-up was not really well done. She was dancing near a phone store. She had a strange costume for his performance. The old lady seemed to be in his own world . I stand nearby for a while, before talking. When I finaly asked her to be shooted, she agreed with joy (after having begged money).
She told me about her life and her art. She used to be jazz dancer and mime (she was a student of Marcel Marceau) in New-York a long time ago.
On the picture, you can't here her voice : sweet and gentle. Before leaving, I kissed her on the cheek for the wonderful moment.
Make-up
Her face was white, her lips was red with a black draw under them. The make-up was not really well done. She was dancing near a phone store. She had a strange costume for his performance. The old lady seemed to be in his own world . I stand nearby for a while, before talking. When I finaly asked her to be shooted, she agreed with joy (after having begged money).
She told me about her life and her art. She used to be jazz dancer and mime (she was a student of Marcel Marceau) in New-York a long time ago.
On the picture, you can't here her voice : sweet and gentle. Before leaving, I kissed her on the cheek for the wonderful moment.