I had showered
that morning. I’d put on a raincoat, waterproof trousers and Wellington boots
before I came out for my autumn walk. They wouldn’t really keep me warm—I had
another pair of trousers and a thick jumper for that. They would keep me clean.
And yet, here I
was, staring at a giant puddle on the unpaved path ahead of me. I imagined the
splash with which my boots would land in it, the moment of resistance before my
feet sank into the mud, the brown spatters on my clothes. I would feel like I
was flying, like I was five years old again; could almost hear myself laughing
But I also knew I
would regret it, that somehow the sludge would find its way through my
protective layers, that I would curse as I scraped it off the fabric and my
In the puddle, my
reflection raised its eyebrows, and I knew it was right. I jumped.
London in 1965 photographed by Philippe Le Tellier.
Op Art Make-Up In London. In London,the model Kari-Ann with her eyes surrounded by a make up ‘Op Art’ wearing a raincoat on a waxed neck dress rolled reason 'Op Art’, a cap and boots, walking among bandwidths .Paris Match Magazine, London, October 26, 1965