Chanel obligingly took her bike and we walked to an art work just a few steps from the terrace. Out came a pair of vintage sunglasses in her own prescription of minus four. Never used in any previous photo shoot. A couple of snaps, innocent voyeurism. Yes, the magic was there. The sunglasses had been waiting for Chanel before she was born.
"Perfect. Off you go".
And then there was music in my head. Always a good sign.
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