holding a black drape over her breasts. âWomen have been bobbing their hair for twenty years now. But take a look at this.â She went over and picked up Jacquelineâs jungle of dark, unruly hair, exaggerating its bulk. âIt has a life of its ownâit makes hair seem like something new. As pretty as her face is, this hair should be the focus.â
Man nodded. âYouâre right. Letâs make a long-haired woman into a novelty. Can we do something to make it even bigger?â His hands gestured wildly around his head.
âIâll brush it upside down.â Delighted, she began bounding up the stairs to fetch her hairbrush, but stopped with a jerk at the tungsten light. She skittered it a foot to the right. âLetâs try lighting her face from the side. Or backlighting? What do you think?â
When the photo session was over, they went into the darkroom, anxious to see how the shots had come out.
âOh, I forgot to tell you,â Man said, dipping the plates into the basin. âI got a call this morning from the Sorbonne. They need some photos made before the end of term. Iâd like youto take the assignment.â Heâd been sending her out on jobs: less prestigious projects, ones that didnât interest him or those with a smaller budget. Work for clients who wanted Man Ray, but would accept the work of Madame. Lee suspected it was his way of keeping a watchful eye on her, but she didnât mind. It was an opportunity to learn new things and hone her reputation as a photographer. âItâs for the medical school. Anatomy classes, operations. I hope you can handle it.â
âSounds interesting.â The macabre had always tickled Lee. âAre you sure you donât want to do it yourself?â
âIâve got plenty to do without shooting blood and guts,â he said gruffly, then dropped his voice to an apologetic whisper. âTruth is, Iâd probably faint.â
Lee kissed his cheek. The darkroom always made them less inhibited, more honest.
âThereâs something I need to tell you, too.â Nervous, she twirled a tong in the tray, making a ripple in the chemicals. âIâve been mooching off you way too long. Iâve seen a place near the Place Vendôme andââ
âWhat are you saying?â His body froze. âAre you moving out?â
âWe never meant this to be permanentââ
For weeks now, Lee had been looking for TO RENT signs on her way to Vogue and examining her friendsâ available rooms; his studio had always been small for the two of them, and lately it seemed to be shrinking. She needed somewhere she could do her own work, entertain her friends, smolder after an argument, or just sit in silence.
âI know, I know.â Surprise was quickly turning to anger. âBut the Place Vendôme? Are you crazy? Thatâs on the otherside of the river! Since when have you been looking at flats? You could have said something.â
âLook, weâre stepping on each otherâs toes here. This new place is nice and not tooââ
âStop. I know living together in this shoebox was supposed to be a short-term thing, but before you go making up your mind, give me a couple of days to ask around. Iâm sure we can find you something here in Montparnasse.â
âGod, Man, you act like the rest of Paris doesnât exist.â She glared at him.
âIâm just thinking of you, Lee,â he said, softening his tone. âYou want to live near the studio, donât you? So we can work together. Like today.â
Theyâd been collaborating more and more. And not just on outside assignments, but on his creative projects, too. Even though she had often helped set up shots when posing, she especially enjoyed working with him with other models. To see what he was seeing, to be able to alter the image before it was taken.
âAll right, then.
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