Portrait of an Old Lady in Paris

Walking through Paris in October, I saw her sitting outside in one of the street cafes. She reminded me so much of my father's aunt, whom I liked a lot. Aunt Henna was flamboyant and so different from anybody I had met as a small child. She was very tiny, had bright red hair and when she talked her hands moved wildly around. Her house was full of mysterious things.


  1. I like it! I'm not sure how to describe it, but I like how the light is both cool and warm.

  2. strangely enough, i have exactly the same outfit. no walking stick though.
    brilliant portrait!