Léna Verselle

A peek inside my wardrobe…

All in black, beneath the palms

I wander down the avenue in a black tee and belted shorts, with my keys jingling inside my tote. The air is getting softer, but the stone still holds the day’s warmth. I stop at a bench, take a detour and find another excuse to linger. At twenty-four, I always have another minute for an evening that starts this well.

Lena walks beside a pedestrian crossing looking at the camera, wearing a black tee, belted shorts and heels, carrying a tote near palm trees. — I take the long way for a little more time.

Lena crouches facing the camera in a black tee and shorts, wearing heeled sandals and carrying a tote on a palm-lined avenue. — I always find an excuse for one more block.

Lena crouches at an angle on the pavement in a black outfit and strappy heels, with a tote and blurred pedestrians behind her. — I bet there is ice cream at the next corner.

Lena walks toward the camera in a black tee, belted shorts and heeled sandals, carrying a tote beside palm trees and parked cars. — I set the pace and my heels handle percussion.

Lena sits cross-legged on a stone bench in a black outfit and heeled sandals, with her tote beside her on the palm-lined street. — I declare this bench a five-minute holiday.

Lena’s feet with red toenails wear black strappy high-heeled sandals on stone paving beside a black quilted tote bag. — I know my keys by their little jingle.

Lena crouches looking sideways with her hair tied back, wearing a black tee, belted shorts and sandals, carrying a tote on the pavement. — I can feel the breeze in my earrings.

Lena stands against a palm trunk with crossed ankles, wearing a black tee, shorts and heeled sandals, with a tote over her shoulder. — I can confirm the bark tickles a little.

Lena bends to adjust a black sandal strap with one foot raised, holding her tote on the pavement beside the palm-lined avenue. — I negotiate two more blocks with this little strap.

Lena sits on the stone border around a palm tree with crossed legs, wearing a black outfit and sandals, her tote beside her. — I let the traffic pass and keep the calm.

Lena crouches with her back toward the camera and looks over her shoulder, wearing a black outfit and heels on the palm-lined avenue. — I turn around the moment I hear my name.

Lena stands at an angle looking at the camera in a black tee, belted shorts and heeled sandals, carrying a tote beside palm trees. — I pretend I know exactly where I am going.

Close portrait of Lena facing the camera with loose hair, hoop earrings and a black tee, with blurred palms and pedestrians behind her. — I save his last message to read again tonight.

Lena sits on a step in front of a metal shutter, wearing a black tee, shorts and heels, legs crossed with her tote nearby. — I settle in briefly and the stone still feels warm.

Lena crouches in a black outfit and heeled sandals, a tote over her shoulder, with backlit hair on a palm-lined avenue. — I promise to head home after one more sunbeam.