Léna Verselle

A peek inside my wardrobe…

Cream bikini and turquoise water

I spend the day going from warm sand to turquoise water, which calls me back every five minutes. My satin cream bikini barely gets a chance to dry before I head in again, bracelets jingling as I go. There is salt on my lips and sand in every corner of my bag. I think the journey home can wait a little longer.

Lena kneeling in the waves facing the camera, wearing a cream string bikini and gold bracelets, with swimmers in the background. — His terrible joke still has me laughing.

Lena standing at the turquoise shoreline in a cream string bikini, with both arms raised to tie her hair. — My hair and I are negotiating a truce.

Lena standing at an angle in a cream bikini beside the turquoise sea, looking down with one hand near the hip tie. — I keep losing count of the waves.

Lena seen from behind in turquoise seawater, wearing a cream tie bikini, hands in her ponytail and face turned sideways. — Even my hair tie tastes of salt.

Lena standing sideways in shallow turquoise water in a cream string bikini, with one hand resting on her ponytail. — I am taking my time before another dip.

Lena sitting sideways on wet sand in a cream bikini, one hand supporting her from behind, loose hair against the sea. — I always pick the seat with the splashes.

Lena sitting facing the camera at the shoreline in a cream bikini, knees bent and bare feet in the waves. — I let the next wave time my break.

Lena walking barefoot across wet sand in a cream string bikini, arms at her sides, with the turquoise sea behind her. — I am off for ice cream, unless I swim again.

Overhead view of Lena’s bare feet with red toenails in sea foam, with her cream bikini and gold bracelets partly visible. — I feel the sand slipping away underneath me.

Lena standing with her back to the camera facing turquoise water, wearing a cream tie bikini, hands on hips and hair in a ponytail. — I plan five minutes and stay an hour.

Close view of Lena’s torso and hips in a satin cream bikini, hands holding a side tie, gold bracelets against turquoise water. — I double-check the knot before my big splash.

Lena lying on her back in clear turquoise water in a cream string bikini, arms out to her sides and hair in the water. — I turn the rest of the world down.

Lena walking out of the turquoise sea in a cream bikini, wet hair loose, arms at her sides and gaze lowered. — I promise my towel I will come back.

Lena sitting on the sand in a cream string bikini, knees drawn up and arms around her legs, with the sea behind her. — I am saving some sand for the ride home.

Lena standing facing the camera in a cream bikini, one hand on her hip, hair tied back and gold bracelets against turquoise water. — I dry in three minutes, except for my hair.

Lena walking toward the camera through turquoise seawater in a cream string bikini, with loose hair and gold bracelets on her wrists. — I only come back to ask for five more minutes.

Lena standing sideways in turquoise seawater in a cream bikini, head tilted upward, eyes closed and wet hair hanging loose. — I breathe in and forget where my sandals are.

Lena standing facing the camera in a cream bikini at the shoreline, backlit against the sea and an orange evening sky. — I put off leaving until the very last wave.