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And she had to watch (them) from above, [...] for she must not damage her sovereign allure. She ought not to destroy her Ancient Queen’s pride.
ALAIN VIRCONDELET — L'exil est vaste mais c'est l'été: Le roman de Dora et Picasso, on Dora Maar, Georges Bataille & Colette Peignot, (2019)
Laure & Veronica Femme Fatale (2002)
Collages I made based on a cut up poem of writing by Collette Peignot
She doesn't know what it is about Laure Stephens that still intimidates her. Maybe it's the fact of just how distressingly familiar this whole scene is to the last time she saw Laure Stephens in the flesh; so much has happened since then.
A room full of fancy dresses and monsters. But this time there's a few key differences; Autumn's not just off the map, she's one of the monsters drawn at it's edge to warn off the overly curious. So many tiny moments have happened between them, but it's only here that Autumn realizes the last time she spoke face to face with this woman she was just one of the cattle.
Aria's mingling with somebody she doesn't quite recognize and Autumn, thumb and forefinger anxiously rolling a molecule of air between them, decides to go for a moment. They're not that far apart from eachother, really, but it feels like it takes ages to close the space. Laure's alone, which is perfect, because she doesn't want Aria, or Morgan, or Kiri around for this.
"Can we talk?" She asks. It feels alien, asking that, like she shouldn't have the strength for it, but she does now, and it doesn't come out timid or uncertain, or even pleading. It's even. Measured. "I know you're probably busy, but I'd like to."
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@laurestcphens
im going fucking insane about the ways that Laure ended her letters to her sister-in-law Suzanne
(from Laure: The Collected Writings translated by Jeanine Herman)
Jean-Pierre Darras, Rosy Varte, Michel Serrault, Odette Laure et Michel Galabru, dans “Le Viager” de Pierre Tchernia (1972), août 2025.
Al Cliver and Annie Belle in Blue Belle (1976)