to testify an illusion ...
... lovers of the pose, the moment has come to start the transformation that we like the most. Accurately chosen dresses, a new subject to develope or to continue, a maquillage, an impossible makeup and here we are ready for the mirror judgement..a touch-up here and there, good job! Let's think...we happily observe ourselves, then some daring poses and we are surprised about our body...so suitable, a little bit vain we feel sanctioned to be queens for one night. We pose a little more, beautiful and scented on our heels more than queens we feel bitches ... come on!, we surely are and how can we give up that knight who waits for us anxiously?
But time is a tyrant so ready to pose and go with the picture, click after click..
Hundreds of poses, hundreds of clicks, the digital results saved in a tiny memory. Hundreds of MB to review immediately, just to enjoy the finished work..but, even if I see the beauty in me my imperfections are so evident, hard to fix, impossible to hide..nature punishes me, so I get sad and depressed, I select and keep only the photos which don't remark my imperfections, I destroy the rest and go out with a bit of resignation, come on I say to myself, at heart I am good like this and my knight surely will not refuse me!

... and if you feel curious
I had my first camera when I was seven years old, so I immediately started shooting my little friends seated on the house steps, all nice dolls with sweet faces, curled hair, pretty coloured dresses, white socks...as the pants. Afterward, when I was more capable I dedicated myself to shooting pieces of lifes, extemporaneous, until nature took over, and I started to see my thought in the photography..frame after frame contained the deepest messages of my heart. I realized that I was writing my secret diary..an expression that at first seemed normal was hiding something personal: an emotion, a frailty, a desire or a sorrow. Glimpses of my existence, step by step through which I described myself.
Dear friend, this album tells in a messy way a small portion of my life, the recentest and the one linked to the pleasant transformation of the body and the thought from the moment when my second life began, a trip made of images maybe repetitive, just to show the reality that I live inside of me.
I'm looking for an opinion or maybe a critique, I don't know...be a judge if you like to...but I hope you'll be sincere!

A big kiss to everybody from Irene