What a wistful gaze, what studied contemplation in this young lady's features. You might almost think she was real, basking there in the boa-dispersed backlight of someone else's glory.
In a backwater of a famous Paris passageway a theatrical costume supplier leads a perpetually pointless existence, or seems to, every time i go past, with the proprietor sitting outside drinking coffee, or quite simply nowhere to be seen.
Quite a scene, as are many of these curious corridors, which makes them particularly enriching places to visit, especially the hidden corners and hidey-holes, if you seek them out.
Tuesday 28 December 2010
An Actor's Life For Me
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