I had recently finished my photography training at Spéos and just returned to Paris after a few days at the photography fair in Arles when my sister showed up with a friend.
“Hey there! This is Sissy. She’s a cool 57-year-old mother of four who just recorded a CD and needs some pictures. Can you…?”
I asked the headmaster at my old school, a decent bloke by the way, if I could borrow a studio and some flashes. ‘Ouais ouais.’
Sissy was very nice, very humble and very tall.
Stately. Proud. Stylish. Classy, I would say!
We were a little shy around each other at first, both of us.
I’m always slow to get started. The first pictures were awful!
But then, after a few costume changes and trying out different wigs and earrings, things started to come together.
I remember calling her ‘There is hope.’
Pourquoi? Well, after meeting her, I felt a little calmer about facing old age and all that. After all, there was a small chance that you wouldn’t automatically get Keith Richards skin after passing the 50-year mark.
Mesdames et Messieurs
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Maaaadame Sissy Dipoko!!!!














