La peau sauvage: the idea behind the project

Women are always under a lot of pressure. We’re expected to be great wives, amazing mothers, great cooks. We are supposed to know how to iron clothes, to smile and be polite to strangers (especially if these strangers are your husband’s friends) and to dress accordingly. And, obviously, this is a huge bullshit. But what I hate the most is how we feel like we need to lose weight (or keep our weight) all the time. That’s what got me sick years ago with my eating disorder — and that’s what keeps making women feel less attractive day after day. I mean, have you ever stopped to pay attention to the most famous models around the world? They probably weight as much as one of my legs — if not less.

So I’ve decided to start the “la peau sauvage” project; which is an ongoing photography project where I’ll photograph women of all ages and body types — regardless of their weight and height. My goal is to make every woman feel beautiful; is to give every woman a chance to have a nice photoshoot, to feel sexy and attractive. That’s exactly what “la peau sauvage” is: beauty in its essence.

Here’s the link to Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/peau_sauvage

And to Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/peausauvage

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Social media

We are all connected. Before the advent of the internet, this phrase would sound like something cosmic. Now, it’s an accurate statement.  We are all connected, indeed – on Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, Blogs, etc. We are everywhere. Nothing passes unnoticed. Social media has tremendous importance in our lives nowadays; such importance that we measure how people like us by the amount of “likes” we receive every time we post something new. Most importantly, we realize how much we like someone when all we care about is if this person liked what we posted (or not). The new “butterfly in the stomach” is checking the notifications. The new idea of rejection is the “seen” message with no answer. Our generation doesn’t expect love letters; it expects pokes, likes, comments and emoticons. If someone writes something without a smiley face in the end, it’s because they’re mad. Now tell me how your heart beats faster when he or she is online. That agony to see his or her picture with a green online status beside it. The voice in your head telling you to send a message, saying no matter what, and seconds later discouraging you to do so. That’s the new drama of our relationships, the new nature of our feelings. That’s how deep we are into social media.