In Marseille, next to the seaside, there was an enormous abandoned silo that was transformed into an event center: Contemporary interior design, yet kept true the exterior form. A party was held and I was fortunate to go hide behind my camera and took in the atmosphere.
Now here is the thing, The building was amazing, though the lightening was purple and as the evening fell it made for taking photos far more complicated than it was worth. Plus as much as I wanted to photograph the hip design for you, my friend Ellen and most of all for my brother Mat (who is a designer, and longs for me to show something other than the brocante in France.) I couldn't help but focus on other things.
Such as what the women were wearing.
I am sure you don't mind Mat.
You know if I were a guy I would have been licking my lips. The women were so chic, so sexy, so French, so not me... Nevertheless, I could not keep my eyes off their style.
It made being on a diet easy... who could look at food when the dresses were dessert?
A single red chair faced the view of the Mediterranean.
Nobody sat there the entire evening.
I wonder why?
Maybe the tight black lace had something to do with it.
This dress looked liked the interior design of the Silo.
Black lines lacing into one another.
Love the back. I think this dress might have been inspired by the Silo, or less that is what I would have said if I were wearing it and anyone asked me.
Men in black slacks stoodd around a women with a tatoo on her ankle, and who wore tight black lace shorts.
She came from work.
Took off her skirt, added a pair of black tight lace shorts, kept her Chanel bag, and with a blink of an eye went from work mode to party central.
I could never carry this outfit off. But I don't need to tell you that she did.
Thankfully this guy with the purple light adding a pinch of punk to his hair, kept his eyes on me.
Though my eyes were all over the place.
I suppose so were his.
Photo Source The Silo in Marseille