Seynabou, Fading Options
She still had the hoodie — the one thing they hadn’t asked her to change yet — and she wore it home from every shoot, pulling it up like a door closing. The contract sat unsigned on the counter of an apartment that wasn’t hers, six pages of clauses about exclusivity and image rights and options they could exercise for years she hadn’t lived yet. Paris was beautiful in the way a locked room you’re not allowed to go into is beautiful.
She kept thinking about the version of herself that could still say no, and how each day made that version a little harder to find in the mirror.
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Beautiful image of a lovely lady! And, of course a compelling story to let settle in.
The name Seynabou originates from Senegal, West Africa, which I thought was pretty appropriate. I even envisioned Seynabou, from her looks, as possibly being part French, which somewhat explains her more European features and high cheekbones. Of course, that led to the story of her discovery as a model, being set up in Paris and the questioning of her privacy, the contract and lifestyle. Some of these Life Frames can take on a life of their own, involving research for details and accuracy, leading me to their conclusions. Maybe this level of imagination is an indication I should be worried about my mental state. 😉