![]() ![]() Saleswomen in black rushed in and out, talking in sharp voices a very old woman hovered, helpful and shapeless, showing Anna where to hang her clothes, presenting to her the black garment that Anna was wearing, going to lunch. None of them looked at her directly… A depressing room, taken by itself, bare and cold, a very inadequate conservatory for these human flowers. ![]() Coldly critical glances were bestowed upon Anna’s reflection in the glass. In the mannequins’ dressing-room she spent a shy hour making up her face – in an extraordinary and distinctive atmosphere of slimness and beauty white arms and faces vivid with rouge raucous voices and the smell of cosmetics silken lingerie. At the back of the wonderful decorated salons she had found an unexpected sombreness the place, empty, would have been dingy and melancholy, countless puzzling corridors and staircases, a rabbit warren and a labyrinth. It had been such a forlorn hope, answering the advertisement. She had spent yesterday afternoon in a delirium tempered by a feeling of exaggerated reality, and in buying the necessary make-up. Aspirants for an engagement are always dressed in a model of the house. Another smile, another sharp glance.Īnna was conducted from the Presence by an underling who helped her to take off the frock she had worn temporarily for the interview. ![]() As a beginner, Madame explained, Anna could not expect more. Madame Veron, white-haired with black eyes, incredibly distinguished, who had given them one sweeping glance, the glance of the connoisseur, smiled imperiously and engaged her at an exceedingly small salary. It was to her legs that she owed this dazzling, this incredible opportunity. She was fragile, like a delicate child, her arms pathetically thin. Her hair was flamingly and honestly red her eyes, which were very gentle in expression, brown and heavily shadowed with kohl, her face small and pale under its professional rouge. She was shivering, for she had forgotten her coat, and the garment that she wore was very short, sleeveless, displaying her rose-coloured stockings to the knee. ![]() TWELVE O’CLOCK. DÉJUNER chez Jeanne Veron, Place Vendôme.Īnna, dressed in the black cotton, chemise-like garment of the mannequin off duty was trying to find her way along dark passages and down complicated flights of stairs to the underground from where lunch was served. This photo collage was part of a series of early works by Sherman that played with the iconography of paper dolls. ![]()
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