Let’s focus on the logo first. A new graphic design giving a contrast to my CougarBunnies.com website. The cougar staring down from an old tree? Three bunnies sniffing danger? Like in a life of perpetual anxiety? A woman, maturing, understands that she cannot live in fear, anymore, and that, look, there’s the courage, up on that branch. Grab it!
The shoes then. My velvety black high heels. If I walk in them on the street, they’ll give me acute feet aches. This is why I use them only for posing, or filming. Flirting — it’s even written inside them: BODY FLIRT. What a telling brand. In this photo, however, I let them to rest, opting for my pink plastic slippers. They say, according to certain statistics, that around 3/4 of fetish consumers love high heels (that’s been always trendy, the touching opposites: male heel and female opening, elevating each other) while the remaining 1/4 would feast on Birkenstock, slippers, flip-flops and the likes. Who knew?
The little white chair, for gardening. I turned it into a tiny podium. From sitting down, to dig, to standing up, to show. Do I look like a living statue? Did I wish to? While posing, in my mind, I was playing a tune, rhythmic measured moves, like continuing my morning gym, this time in front of the camera. I wasn’t expecting to look like a statue. Though I don’t dislike the photo above. Not at all.
See? Just a photo, picked out of a sitting, early today, before the neighbors would bring another working team, before the clouds would chill the air, before a storm. And this photo brought about three paradigm shifts.
- The mother and wife, keeping her anxiety in check with a feline instinct.
- The shoe fetish exploring non-shoes, admitting happy domesticity next to public glamour.
- The muscle workout unexpectedly sorting out to a more epic pose, if not majestic.
But this week began with an unprecedented public offer. Not in decades of a comparable magnitude. Yet everyone on the street, in the parlors, is talking about nothing. Hot air. Air? What comes after it?, equally and separately. And who cares?