Behind the window

Behind the window

I once saw a beautiful picture, it was a woman sitting inside of a restaurant. She was taking a sip in her cup. It seemed like the picture was taken by an outsider, who was walking on the sidewalk and as he saw her, he had to immortalize this precise moment.

I like to be noticed by men, it flatters me. Men are very visual when it comes to women, they like to see them from afar to be able to see all of them. Their movement, their smile, and their attributes. I think every woman has a little exhibitionist side to her, that she wishes she could show to the world.

I wanted to recreate that voyeur-look, putting a glass window between me and a photographer to see how it would change my behavior towards him.

To be behind the glass, I felt more confident exposing myself, knowing he could not reach for me. Showing my exhibitionist side made me feel naughty. I realised it was amusing to taunt him and I suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline. I thought I was maybe pushing it too far. I was becoming more provocative! I surprised myself thinking, the glass window would not do much to protect me from him. I wanted him to find his way to me.