Moi: Camille it’s super simple, you do what you want, take the air you want, put you at ease, I’ll just try to click at the right time, okay?

Camille : (his gentle voice) ok.

Moi: just move a little on your right that I have the obelisk behind you. It’s postcard from Paris with a pretty stylish Parisian girls. (she blushes) You’re ready: 3 … 2 … 1 … CLICK!

The perfectionist that I am always look at his photos to improve the next. So I look carefully the picture, looking for lack : I found any. This is not a pretty girl that I have in front of me but an angel with a stunning beauty. I knew Camille cute but there … then I realize that I’m on a special meeting, a meeting where the inner beauty arises in the eyes of all in some moment of grace. Camille by his generosity offered me a moment of grace that transcended her beauty. I must enjoy the moment for you to benefit.Moi: I will make a broad plan. Do what you want. CLICK!

Another photo, other eyes, deep, intense.

Moi: another. CLICK!

Moi: another one. CLICK!

I try to take it fails I do not. Camille remains zen, sober, sensitive. The photos are all successful to be real. I need to check if it is I who am in shape or if I am in the presence of a beautiful soul.

Moi: Camille, we will do something particular. Lèves foot backwards to see. I’ll try to take a picture as Doisneau even if I did not arrive at the ankle.

I expect that traffic stops, there have more passers-by. I would have to be fast, very fast because place de l’Opera is crowded with people. I pray that the magic of Camille operates in this short period of time. I make sure to detach his head in the sky to bring even more value. Traffic stopped as if by magic, passers have disappeared, Camille door gently by hand to its ramp. The time has stopped: CLICK!

CLICK!

Moi: Camille, your pictures are too beautiful, we will believe that they are fake. Can you ugly yourself ?

Moi: at the contrary, that one, you can guess it is true now. A pig snouts same!

Camille broke out laughing: CLICK!

I could stop there, but the opportunity is too good to not show you misses that you are all beautiful. Read my past posts: how many young unconfident girls did I cross? Full. How many times have you found them beautiful? Every time. Why? Because most beautiful outer beauty comes from within. I didn’t notice how Camille was photogenic. Look!

I photographed her so many times and look ate her : Camille is still beautiful.

She is not yet a woman, is not maked up, is not dressed in luxurious clothes, does not provocative.

No, Camille is simply well in his head. She is simply Zen, serene.

And when one is calm and Zen, one is at peace with his image and the image that one returns to the world.

A sober and elegant outfit for a humble person.

More than a sweet face, a poem.

You will ever see Camille in fashion or female magazines . They have chosen unexpressives anorexic models, poeple and stars.

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