Paris Fairy Tale
magazine edited in paris by vincent moustache 2017
Cover inspired by "The Baeuty and the Beast". Belle dressed by Lela Rose.
Il y avait une fois un marchand qui était extrêmement riche. Il avait six enfants, trois garçons et trois filles, et comme ce marchand était un homme d’esprit, il n’épargna rien pour l’éducation de ses enfants, et leur donna toutes sortes de maîtres. Ses filles étaient très belles ; mais la cadette surtout se faisait admirer, et on ne l’appelait, quand elle était petite, que la Belle Enfant ; en sorte que le nom lui en resta : ce qui donna beaucoup de jalousie à ses sœurs. Cette cadette
There was once a very rich merchant, who had six children, three sons, and three daughters; being a man of sense, he spared no cost for their education, but gave them all kinds of masters. His daughters were extremely handsome, especially the youngest. When she was little everybody admired her, and called her "The little Beauty;" so that, as she grew up, she still went by the name of Beauty, which made her sisters very jealous. The youngest ...
THE BEGINNIG of:
"La Belle et la Bête"
Jeanne-Marie LePrince de Beaumont
PARIS FAIRY TALE
Once upon a time, and time more, she was walking around the canal looking for something different, to find that corner where she could hide herself to take a good shoot. Paris has been always full of peculiar characters. That woman, who lives in the street but is always well dressed, always making up her face. Very carefully. That water, between the traffic, with that bridges that looks so weak, so temporary from one hundred years ago. But every time she crossed them... the city is turning in another place, like crossing a mirror. On the top of the structure, that high point of view, and the view of the water.
But, actually, nobody knows her secret, maybe ever she doesn't. Years ago, she crossed the mirror, but not a hanged on the wall one. Years ago, when she was a little wild girl, her grandmother brought here to the canal. After so so many time, she can't remember where they went, in which café her mami invited her to a chocolate or which bridge they crossed. But, for what happened after, she was sure they crossed one. When they were in the most high point, the little wild girl saw a bright yellowish green butterfly. She tried to catch it and, then, all the world she knew disappeared around. Suddenly, she was in the other side of a surprising liquid mirror.
Since then, years after, she tries and tries to find that magic door again. Pictures are just a excuse. She thinks, maybe, like in a movie, she can find something hide in the picture behind the scene, a bright yellowish green butterfly? Her old fantastic Parisian citizens? That is why she pass so many hours seeing inside her pictures. Looking for that other city, the magic one, that which she is not sure was real or the product of a little wild girl's imagination.
"PARIS FAIRY TALE"
lIVING FOR BREAKFAST
Lela Rose Fall17