– “..So your job is to take sexy pictures..?” said the leather trouser girl, whilst fiercely scratching her forearm, “..a nasty mojito has bitten me..!’ she added.
– “..”mosquito”, not “mojito!”..” did I rectify, instinctively. Ok, English is not her native language.
Actually, I don’t know much about mosquitos, except for the viruses they convey, and nothing at all about mojitos, except it always reminds me of a particular girl-friend in a particular evening somewhere in a bar in Vera Cruz, Yucatan.
I almost got smashed because of that girl, but the macho boys were too drunk and I managed to divest their attention, get the girl discretely out, and escape. Still, it was a close call.
– “..Well, I love fashion, it’s in my DNA and..”
– “..Do you like burberries..?’ she interrupted, noticing the ice-cream shop at the corner of the street.
I wasn’t really attentive, otherwise I would have detected the “burberries” thing (I dig blueberries). But there were several ideas competing in my mind.
Not that I have lazy neurones or can’t do multitasking. But I wanted to explain to her some profound thoughts, the tremendous importance of a good light, the merits of a shallow depth of field and soft bokeh.. But who wants to bore to death an authentic teen-ager?
– “..How many scoops..?” asked the ice-cream man.
She was kind of smiling and everybody likes Kasia when she smiles.
Her real name is Maria-Acacia, a brilliant invention of her mother (my sister), who was a botanist. It soon became “Kasia”, which is not bad.
Personally, I was more in favour of “Lolita”. However, as I did not see myself ending my life in jail, I gave up quickly.
Whilst we were eating our ice-creams, she was vaguely looking at my website pages on the Mac.
– “..Besides shooting cool babes, you seem to like boats..!” she said.
– “Yep! Especially the ones which run each year in St Barths in the Caribbean and in Saint Tropez, Cote d’Azur.. I almost got seasick when taking the bloody pictures..!”
Kasia nodded: “..Will you bring me along to one of these how-do-you-call-them-ragatas one day..?”
– “..”Regattas”.. that’s an elegant Italian word to describe sailboat races..”
That was my turn to smile. I don’t know about you but smiling always make me feel happy. For a while at least. Self-induced joy.
– “..And what about these rubrics “Swimwear”, “Beauty”, “Glamour”.. Just for the half-naked girls..?”
A bit debatable as a remark. This said, she really has funky shades.
– “..You should try to become a model, wearing swag clothes..” did I say half-jokingly, “.. I would take pictures, I’ll sell them to magazines, you’ll get famous and I’ll get rich..!”
– “..May be you’re tomorrow’s top-model, may be you would end up having your mark on Hollywood Boulevard..!”
I was getting a bit carried away by my narrative. Photographers tend to exaggerate and distort reality sometimes.
Kasia looked tempted but not entirely convinced.
– “..Why would people be interested to look at me..?”
This was a good question in a way. A very good one. She nodded again.
– “..And your “Mojo” rubric here, what is it..? Also one of your marketing tricks..?”
– “..No, these are just places where I’ve been, moments I’ve enjoyed, and where fragments of my soul lie.. It’s like the little white stones the kids leave behind them in the forest not to get lost.. I take a picture to remember where I was, for when I will need to find my way back..”
But I never come back, of course.
– “..So, you have a soul..?” she asked.
She had finished her ice-cream. She showed me her blue tongue and then took off her shades. She was looking at me right into the eyes. Hers are slightly green or pale blue, the colour does not matter really.
I noted the catch light, as any good photographer should. And then, I knew this was actually the real and only story.
– “..Very funny..! But it’s good that you make me think about this.. You know what..? I will entitle this website “The Story in your eyes”..!’
The radio was playing an old FM hit from Steely Dan and I was so happy.
BONUS Le Rouge et le Noir – The story is not only in the eyes..