Léna Verselle

A peek inside my wardrobe…

Ecru linen suit, barefoot in a white room

I moved in last week and this room is still completely empty: a white wall, a white painted floor, a frosted glass window, and nothing else. I spent the whole afternoon in there in my crumpled linen suit, the one I never iron because the creases are the whole point. Barefoot on the boards, a worn-in red lip and nothing else. Apparently this is how you take possession of a flat.

Lena standing at a three-quarter angle in an empty white room, ecru linen suit worn open, bare feet with red polish — The room is empty, but the light is perfect.

Lena standing facing the camera against a white wall, open ecru linen blazer and wide trousers, barefoot on the boards — Crumpled linen is all I've unpacked so far.

Lena standing by a frosted glass window in an open ecru linen suit, hands in her pockets — First photo in the new flat.

Lena sitting on a white block by the window in her ecru linen suit, bare feet on the floor — There's no chair yet, so I sit where I can.

Lena sitting on the floor against the white wall, one knee up, open linen blazer and bare feet — The floor works just as well.

Lena sitting on the floor near the window, hand against her cheek, open ecru linen suit — Six days now waiting on that sofa delivery.

Lena crouching on the floor by the window in her ecru linen suit, bare feet in the foreground — The floor is cold. I don't care.

Lena sitting on the floor with her legs folded by the window, open ecru linen blazer, bare feet — You get used to empty rooms quickly.

Lena lying on the white floor, bare feet raised behind her with her soles towards the camera — I think I'll stay here a while.

Lena kneeling on the white floor, sitting back on her legs, open ecru linen blazer, bare feet — Linen is the only fabric that forgives sitting on the floor.

Lena kneeling by the window, hands resting on her thighs, ecru linen suit worn open — The light changes every ten minutes in here.

Lena kneeling in the middle of the empty room, hands in the pockets of her ecru linen blazer, barefoot — Nothing to do, nowhere to be.