Léna Verselle

A peek inside my wardrobe…

Jeans and black sandals on the striped ottoman

I settle onto the ottoman in my Paris apartment while the smell of coffee drifts through the room. I keep my jeans, white tee and black sandals on because I love that little click of heels against wood. I let my feet take centre stage, dark red polish catching the light. I feel quite at home taking my time.

Lena lies on her stomach on a striped ottoman in jeans and a white tee, feet raised in black sandals, sunglasses in hand. — I know his laugh from across the landing.

Lena sits on a striped ottoman wearing jeans, a white tee and black sunglasses, her feet in heeled sandals on the wooden floor. — I am ready, apart from leaving this ottoman.

Lena sits on the striped ottoman in jeans and a white tee, holding sunglasses, with black sandals and dark toenail polish in the foreground. — I look for my keys without much conviction.

Lena sits with crossed legs on the striped ottoman, wearing jeans, a white tee and black sunglasses, with one sandal strap unfastened. — I negotiate another five tiny minutes.

Close view of Lena’s feet in black stiletto sandals in front of the striped ottoman, with rolled jeans and dark red toenail polish. — I tap along to the neighbour’s music.

Lena sits on the striped ottoman in jeans, a white tee and sunglasses, with black sandals resting on the wooden floor in the foreground. — I let my coffee go cold again.

Lena sits on the striped ottoman with one leg folded, wearing jeans and a white tee, sunglasses on her head and black sandals. — Of course I am looking for my sunglasses.

Lena bends over a black sandal strap while sitting on the striped ottoman in jeans and a white tee, rings on her fingers. — I promise this buckle usually behaves itself.

Lena sits in jeans and a white tee on the striped ottoman, one leg folded and one black sandal extended towards the camera. — I get comfortable; coffee can wait a little.

Lena viewed from above on the striped ottoman, wearing a white tee and jeans, ankles crossed in black sandals, hands resting in front. — I count the songs since my last coffee.

Lena stands in jeans and a white tee with one black sandal on the striped ottoman and sunglasses hanging from her neckline. — I take a break before I even leave.

Lena’s bare feet with dark red toenails are crossed on the striped ottoman, jeans rolled up, black sandals side by side on the floor. — I discover the fabric is a little ticklish.

Side close-up of Lena’s feet in black stiletto sandals on the wooden floor beneath jeans, with the striped ottoman in the background. — I know each floorboard by its own little creak.

Lena seen from a low angle on the striped ottoman in jeans, a white tee and black sunglasses, one sandal in the foreground. — I save the best seat for the next song.

Lena lies on her back on the striped ottoman, legs raised in jeans and black sandals, wearing a white tee and sunglasses. — I look to the ceiling for inspiration; nearly there.

Lena sits on the striped ottoman in jeans, a white tee and black sunglasses, one bare foot folded up, holding a sandal. — I talk to my shoe; everything is fine.

Portrait of Lena in a white tee, looking over lowered black sunglasses, with loose hair and visible rings against a pale wall. — I pretend I do not get the joke.

Lena sits sideways on the striped ottoman, legs crossed in jeans, wearing a white tee, sunglasses and black heeled sandals. — I listen for the clink of coffee cups.

Lena lies on her stomach on the striped ottoman in jeans and a white tee, black sandals raised and sunglasses on her head. — I laugh before the punchline, as always.

Lena is framed from behind in jeans, one foot raised in a black stiletto sandal on the wooden floor, facing the striped ottoman. — I am just going to fetch the sugar.

Lena leans against the wall on the striped ottoman, hands behind her head, wearing jeans and a white tee, legs extended in black sandals. — I think Wednesday deserves a little extra time.