The Boudoir

I grew up with images of Lautrec, poems of Beaudelaire and now in London I watch all the traces of that gone time, the little corners that tell the Industrial Revolution, smog and above all satin and lace, lingerie…  The Boudoir is a reminiscence of these times, a sort dream, a moment stolen also.

Two friends posed, well actually kissed, I asked them to freeze for a moment, then I ran to the studio 🙂

I stole some movements to Lautrec (the fabric under the hand) but hopefully the writing stands on its own.

boudoir
Femmes damnées

It’s an A3, Sennelier pastels, brown acid free paper. A larger version is being made.

 

Love, peace and art,

L.

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