Where I am. (No not in Paris with Catherine Deneuve. I really must get a camera.) I dare not go outside until the trip across town on the Metro. Wearing big sunglasses, I will pretend I don't speak English in response to someone calling my name. Because absolutely, at least 5 people whom I do not want to see will appear as if by (evil) magic...right in my path. When I leave the salon, I won't run into a soul I know. (Is that woman writing or working on anything...or is she just randomly posting photographs? I am, I am. But I'm also reading. You have to read to write. Really.)ciao!
[photographs of Catherine Deneuve, Loomis Dean, 1961, LIFE archives]