tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27865330628136099122024-03-15T07:47:52.664+01:00Portraits of Evelyne & fashion modelsEvelyne & fashion illustrations by ModillustrModillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-44444515384637405772023-12-30T04:03:00.009+01:002023-12-31T02:27:21.315+01:00Modillustr sur InstagramCheres visiteuses, chers visiteurs,
Les "portraits de mannequins de mode"de Modillustr sont visibles sur Instagram.
https://www.instagram.com/modillustr/
Cordialement.
Phil Modillustr<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK8hb3W87gGGp_vANX30G4cEOdqZW0Yf-VQ5MECg9R0YclCMo33jfzD7LuKmZ2yDTA90MCcs4e1CmBhHhRI5-vm2orWRHlTA3QjMh5PbV3xMrHHyeTzQjjvJ4KHmoumPY2Xi4LE7hwvHpQ8xmil1IB-yyhXw2BosH8PCr86PrFLvNIPyp8CfidXQli7dKz/s1188/IMG_7523.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK8hb3W87gGGp_vANX30G4cEOdqZW0Yf-VQ5MECg9R0YclCMo33jfzD7LuKmZ2yDTA90MCcs4e1CmBhHhRI5-vm2orWRHlTA3QjMh5PbV3xMrHHyeTzQjjvJ4KHmoumPY2Xi4LE7hwvHpQ8xmil1IB-yyhXw2BosH8PCr86PrFLvNIPyp8CfidXQli7dKz/s320/IMG_7523.jpeg"/></a></div>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-47945568651708796962023-11-13T15:51:00.002+01:002023-11-13T15:53:03.161+01:00Evelyne raises her glass of champaign<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwYETvwE_qNLZS8DjzXq0tde3e9n_5BxXBk-DUtwf1iA4TjiC4RfXE4FJp2j7YMJAEXKbNr3jn7oa8hBPLriDXOzCTDAHarX2E8aSwOzZu4yMblmwdAuzKgNUcdJdeytnfGDbTmcjZ6M4Myk-FgIFsMl3zHHcBf-blMDMdFQ8mfX-a9uI9rQJhTR0OPdb/s700/Evelyne_Gujan_coul_c_p.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwYETvwE_qNLZS8DjzXq0tde3e9n_5BxXBk-DUtwf1iA4TjiC4RfXE4FJp2j7YMJAEXKbNr3jn7oa8hBPLriDXOzCTDAHarX2E8aSwOzZu4yMblmwdAuzKgNUcdJdeytnfGDbTmcjZ6M4Myk-FgIFsMl3zHHcBf-blMDMdFQ8mfX-a9uI9rQJhTR0OPdb/s320/Evelyne_Gujan_coul_c_p.jpg"/></a></div>
These are small details that forever hold our attention for the loved one, a gesture, or a simple expression, which takes on such important emotional value in our eyes.
Like here, where Evelyne raises her glass of champagne, someone near her has already joked and almost made her laugh, she rejoices in the pleasure of tasting this glass, But with her her hand would like to hide this smile on her sweet face. I have often seen on her this smile that I always love.
A lot of work for months, a simple sketchModillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-82828186247503618202022-12-21T18:43:00.001+01:002023-07-01T10:06:16.922+02:00Evelyne dressed for the Nile cruiseIt was the last evening of our Nile cruise, and we had to dress for the occasion. Evelyne had bought this striped bustier cardigan with golden satin reflections. When drawing it, I was thinking of those ancient bronze statues in which golden eyes were embedded to make them more alive, and which were dressed in precious fabrics on their bodies in sculpture cast in bronze.
I look at her and her beauty breathes.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUhC6RpF4ls-yHW9Sp6TbAAdcGg4CIWnpF_0_tY3wCH7it2ekZ7sHiw8gL93QsbIqQdX-G4FOTiG0Elqa16NM7nmwzuo7veakoq9m9rgVDR-dT2EabRrE_7DMIFw4H8PVen4MOJu8M2p2TrWVNeFI7DPCpXKQrmgP48QM9g-WSbW5pfk2mtKV51u4Dw/s680/Evelyne_Egypte_fete_cray_mod_c_p.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="680" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUhC6RpF4ls-yHW9Sp6TbAAdcGg4CIWnpF_0_tY3wCH7it2ekZ7sHiw8gL93QsbIqQdX-G4FOTiG0Elqa16NM7nmwzuo7veakoq9m9rgVDR-dT2EabRrE_7DMIFw4H8PVen4MOJu8M2p2TrWVNeFI7DPCpXKQrmgP48QM9g-WSbW5pfk2mtKV51u4Dw/s320/Evelyne_Egypte_fete_cray_mod_c_p.jpg"/></a></div>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-61359030537213129502022-10-04T18:21:00.003+02:002023-07-01T10:06:16.819+02:00Evelyne in the rainWe were invited to see a carnival in the north of France. It was a rainy morning and we had taken a few steps on the beach dock. Evelyne wore the same elegant white coat as in the painting “Evelyne au gant”. We were coming back from the mountain and she was still wearing her little white boots.
Unfortunately, the carnival was a noisy event where the crowd was outrageously and colorfully dressed up and pushing each other hard. Evelyne disliked it. This moving crowd produced heat that evaporated and created a fog above them. We watched them pass from the balcony, Evelyne did not évent look at it and did not hide to show it to those who invited us, she was waiting for us to leave for Paris by car.
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Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-13247106027350091092022-07-25T00:03:00.003+02:002023-07-01T10:06:16.562+02:00Evelyne from Brest to Pen-HirAn other sketch of Evelyn wearing the white sheath dress, so I am delighted to hear her laughing.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99xOYsuDR93Tq0i9nLLkBQPlyIgOE5u22qO5lEZSCqv2oDnqonms5CcR069NUflIu14l3te-WUNaW_FSprAKSDW6z5v1edQEVe08oTxR6OEVSz8KeAZvHkbfsgH2Yr60ax58pktsbFjEEN-5lOjQqPxdUhhVFtNUkfoOenahNN47bNsApOMhYCf1uoA/s640/Evelyne_PenHir3cray_mod_c.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99xOYsuDR93Tq0i9nLLkBQPlyIgOE5u22qO5lEZSCqv2oDnqonms5CcR069NUflIu14l3te-WUNaW_FSprAKSDW6z5v1edQEVe08oTxR6OEVSz8KeAZvHkbfsgH2Yr60ax58pktsbFjEEN-5lOjQqPxdUhhVFtNUkfoOenahNN47bNsApOMhYCf1uoA/s320/Evelyne_PenHir3cray_mod_c.jpg"/></a></div>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-74423114188600621232022-05-25T16:43:00.009+02:002023-07-01T10:06:16.871+02:00Evelyne and the cat of Kom OmboThanks to Evelyne, the world of cats opened up to me. I found the sketches and research for portraits of her at the beginning of Us. As I accompanied her and met her at the Gare Montparnasse, I represented her walking on the platform, a cat sitting waiting for her in the foreground. Cat sketches are mixed with the first clumsy sketches of her face in her parents’s home, femininity and feline so well together in Evelyne.
“Eve with glove” is the first portrait of her, and her eyes are like those of a cat protecting herself with her gloved hand as a paw.
Because I looked at cats differently since her, we collected in the garden of my parents a kitten who let herself be adopted and went to our Paris apartement, gave birth to a son who I hope had a good number of descendants, followed us on differents places where she liked to go out. night and managed to climb back up the stairs and meow at the door in the morning. There was always a bit of Evelyne as long as this cat, whom she caressed like that cat in the ruins of Kom Ombo, lived .
For the beautiful and feline Evelyne whom the Akita joined today, who give me and will always inspire me with beauty, youth, life, and the beautiful feeling that unites them.
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Not finished illustration.
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Evelyne prefers the illustration in a blue mood, here it is:
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihzlUjhQw3S7alnA7MAX8axyRgdQvB-Tq32bimbx3w_sTq18uDIa3RylBPuw5vt2y_Og5qlOcP2eiJ9i8BMdKVhcvY5C_MFEveGluKF_jiQST1iQCg2DymZ5nowNxBuscKwwcP9P4Nn_GS5CaUtEkMtbrgELIHxiUIRWGrdli5oHP7LbjdsmMsQYptzA=s700" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihzlUjhQw3S7alnA7MAX8axyRgdQvB-Tq32bimbx3w_sTq18uDIa3RylBPuw5vt2y_Og5qlOcP2eiJ9i8BMdKVhcvY5C_MFEveGluKF_jiQST1iQCg2DymZ5nowNxBuscKwwcP9P4Nn_GS5CaUtEkMtbrgELIHxiUIRWGrdli5oHP7LbjdsmMsQYptzA=s320"/></a></div>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-76379927174047397722021-11-20T22:31:00.011+01:002023-07-01T10:06:16.897+02:00Evelyne , new year's Eve in Lassay<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLX8cnXrO2o/YZl5YLJNGoI/AAAAAAAAFx4/8NRskNgDtzQ0Atq16RTNUi3dAOtXQcfsACLcBGAsYHQ/s700/Evelyne_lassay_cray%2Bcoul_mod.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"></span></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLX8cnXrO2o/YZl5YLJNGoI/AAAAAAAAFx4/8NRskNgDtzQ0Atq16RTNUi3dAOtXQcfsACLcBGAsYHQ/s700/Evelyne_lassay_cray%2Bcoul_mod.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictEIemVBTddDtAJqKjw2dguF_NCeogQCaa93jXQtgqIPSmGXX4xFr4_Q7o1tt9cuUVqzD37V-R7vOGg4e66ijlHHXDn-A37QmJcWsieJbHdMBctggEv4f0zQFNxOvknYFnXWfhhQ-hfzMrcSLVEwerFQ8PRJCIR6898busP9AMYYhyh-_WrYk1e8XvA/s700/287250F7-2BBA-42AC-8C95-FEA0FD541E8C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictEIemVBTddDtAJqKjw2dguF_NCeogQCaa93jXQtgqIPSmGXX4xFr4_Q7o1tt9cuUVqzD37V-R7vOGg4e66ijlHHXDn-A37QmJcWsieJbHdMBctggEv4f0zQFNxOvknYFnXWfhhQ-hfzMrcSLVEwerFQ8PRJCIR6898busP9AMYYhyh-_WrYk1e8XvA/s320/287250F7-2BBA-42AC-8C95-FEA0FD541E8C.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Something of Arletty's sober and elegant medieval dressing in the famous movie "Les visiteurs du soir", for Evelyne's beauty in the first morning of a new year</div>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-16859779880263734242021-10-27T13:57:00.004+02:002023-07-01T10:06:16.588+02:00Evelyne in Rennes
Evelyne in Rennes,
We had taken a few days for holidays in Orne. A friend of mine and his girlfriend were living in Rennes and we met for a dinner in the old part of town. We had no room to sleep and my friend let us his studio for the night.
In the morning we visited the neighborhood with the half-timbered houses, I saw the beautiful Renaissance face of Evelyne in the sun and took many picture, all inspiring. Here is the one I choosed.
Phil Modillustr
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Evelyne wore that day a white sheath dress that suited her perfectly, with her matching pumps. Our friend suggested that we go to one of the points of Finistère, that of PenHir. It was nice and warm, Evelyne had taken a gray woolen waistcoat for the coolness of the morning that she had left in the car.<br />Now her shoulders were bare in the heat of the afternoon sun. Eveleyne has gathered her hair in braids, but this braid now embarrasses it, it makes a curl to shorten it, and becomes before my eyes a caryatid which carries the beauty of the Brittany sky, I would like to make a modeling, I take the photo which will inspire me this sketch.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy04ahVSpKY/YNiZqqo2c2I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/mb0u6g4HhDItk72MaE2FrV8NSwNlEGwggCLcBGAsYHQ/s760/Evelyne_PenHir2cray_modi.jpg" marked="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="760" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy04ahVSpKY/YNiZqqo2c2I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/mb0u6g4HhDItk72MaE2FrV8NSwNlEGwggCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Evelyne_PenHir2cray_modi.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-11835536312508856362021-05-24T19:38:00.007+02:002023-07-01T10:06:16.537+02:00Evelyne and the puppies of the Valley of King<p> Before meeting Evelyne, I loved dogs and I was careful with the cats. I learned with her to appreciate them. When we visited Egypt, Evelyne met a lot of cats (I have a portrait of her stroking a cat that I might post one day) She had bought this beautiful cardigan a few days before to wear it on the last evening of the Nile cruise. It was late morning in the Valley of Kings and the heat was getting very hot, we were going back to the boat for lunch. Three hungry little puppies approached Evelyne hoping that she would feed them. 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She wore her hair tied up in in a ponytail tied with a simple black bow tie, I thought it was so graceful. She brought her hand to caress the horse, the ample sleeve accentuating this supple and delicate movement. In french "Hairs" is written "cheveux" ans "horses" is written "chevaux". Just different because of the "e" instead of the "a". The tittle is " Les cheveux d'Evelyne" you can imagine "Les chevaux d'Evelyne".My pleasure was that Evelyne noticed it when I show her this sketch of an illustration</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOw1biU7g4Y/YH2Xv-fSLxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/E-IffQmzHsUZciJK-E4K3sp92nSL5q2-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s740/Evelyne_cheval_cray_c.jpg" marked="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="740" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOw1biU7g4Y/YH2Xv-fSLxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/E-IffQmzHsUZciJK-E4K3sp92nSL5q2-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Evelyne_cheval_cray_c.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-58569342250689221952021-03-03T15:01:00.010+01:002023-07-01T10:06:16.793+02:00Evelyne with the roman dress<p> We had been invited to a charmeing provincial wedding in the beautiful city of Nevers. We had come by motorcycle and I had discovered the pretty dress that Evelyne had bought for this occasion just when we had dressed to go to the church for the marriage. The cut was simple but with an original over tunic held at the waist by a belt, it made me think of a Roman dress that elegant women had to wear in Rome during time of the Empire, of a blue grey which put so well in value the soft skin of Evelyne she had slightlty tanned during summer.It is such a pleasure when the beautiful young woman who does you the honor of accompanying you shines in your eyes more than a bride ...in a simple but unforgettable dress. Evelyne gave me this everywhere,.. in Nevers, Britain and Saqqarah.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-KiEMzW4Ik/YD-Wkmzrk0I/AAAAAAAACvc/egatrzlDNYwFym1GxchGZEb_fZryn-9UQCLcBGAsYHQ/s700/Evelyne_Plouhinec_cuis_modil_c_p.jpg" marked="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-KiEMzW4Ik/YD-Wkmzrk0I/AAAAAAAACvc/egatrzlDNYwFym1GxchGZEb_fZryn-9UQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Evelyne_Plouhinec_cuis_modil_c_p.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-49300403059520950382021-01-26T09:52:00.005+01:002023-07-01T10:06:16.741+02:00Evelyne taking a photo in Ukraine<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were traveling in Ukraine and Evelyne was walking accross the aisle in this park in Kiev. She put the camera in front of her face so to take a picture, as if she wanted to hide. She suspended her step and I felt grace and delicacy in that stopped movement, something that was really her. <br /></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v868BwWdmgY/YBhq1cZO5GI/AAAAAAAACvA/T0UGGPbB8rYodqKv-aPXjiXRL0yUqj_aACLcBGAsYHQ/s800/Evelyne_ukraine_photo_cray1_c_p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v868BwWdmgY/YBhq1cZO5GI/AAAAAAAACvA/T0UGGPbB8rYodqKv-aPXjiXRL0yUqj_aACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Evelyne_ukraine_photo_cray1_c_p.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-91130087119802963332020-12-17T13:07:00.003+01:002023-07-01T10:06:16.997+02:00Evelyne at sacred lake, Karnak<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p>Evelyne had wished to take a cruise in Egypt,<br />We had arrived in Cairo, then Aswan, from there, and we had taken the plane to see the magnificent temples moved from Abu Simbel, and then the boat trip up the Nile, Evelyne had bought this simple white tunic with a double blue border, We visited the great temple of Amun in Karnak on the shores of the sacred lake.<br />Evelyne saw a beetle and crouched down to get a closer look. I've always loved her hair and all the ways she combs it.<br />The sun against the light, her body as a concentrate of sensuality, I took the photo to remember this moment. It was not until many years later that I saw this photo again to make it a watercolor.<br />I will post another of these poses of Evelyne in Egypt from a recent digital drawing.</p><p>Phil Modillustr<br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp4rPGdRQlY/X717VWYfWaI/AAAAAAAACtw/5wz_hfsy0Vg6pJgUutN0lQ3HHFYM1N1yACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Evelyne_Karnak_leg02p.jpg" /></div><br /> <p></p>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-26321221004411643192020-11-11T18:10:00.015+01:002023-07-01T10:06:16.689+02:00Evelyne , the blue silk blouse at Christmas<p> I was busy with my work at advertising agency and competing for designing a new template of cover for a book collection of a famous publishing company.<br />But Christmas was coming soon, and I wanted so much to make a personal gift to Evelyne. A few weeks before, I had taken two close-up photos of Evelyne wearing this delicate blue silk blouse. It was her beautiful face so much in a cold and dramatic mood but so much inspiring, I drawn a sketch so quickly. At this time, I liked to paint with an airbrush, without using cut plastic masks but only a sheet of paper to keep some blurry between the colors .</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VovEFsYBeY/X6wauq_X4AI/AAAAAAAACtY/89XbqidTZ7kQo67oQnLuIyInxRaNsiYaACLcBGAsYHQ/s1188/Evelyne_chemisier_aq_scan_p.jpg" marked="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="874" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VovEFsYBeY/X6wauq_X4AI/AAAAAAAACtY/89XbqidTZ7kQo67oQnLuIyInxRaNsiYaACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Evelyne_chemisier_aq_scan_p.jpg" /></a></div><p>I had not seen Evelyne for weeks, only some phone calls, it was decided to meet up with her family in her parents's house to celebrate Christmas together. I finished the portrait a day before Christmas and left Paris in the afternoon, sleeping in the car of Evelyn's sister's husband. Evelyn was finshing her work late at beauty salon and would join us by train. I was waiting at Evelyne's parents's home. Evelyne's brother had gone by car to pick her up when she arrived at station. I heard the sweet sound of her voice when she entered the house, and she walked through the door to enter the dining room. I looked at her face so intensely with love, I thought that no portrait could ever render her beauty. But I tried, and tried and always try. And Evelyne always kindly encourage me.</p><p>Phil Modillustr<br /></p><p></p>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-83992679321022701212020-10-06T15:47:00.021+02:002023-07-01T10:06:16.948+02:00Evelyne " Les yeux revolver"<p>Evelyne had finished her beautician studies as I had finished my art studies.</p><p>I had my first job in an advertising agency near The Louvre which would allow us to rent a small two-room appartment in the Montparnasse, district of Paris.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lK47cZjnAGc/X4JDtTuWYAI/AAAAAAAACsw/83BOLhQmtcsZ9xcBl55QcSTOB6Nm18mBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s800/Evelyne_rue-gaite_cray01modi_p.jpg" marked="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lK47cZjnAGc/X4JDtTuWYAI/AAAAAAAACsw/83BOLhQmtcsZ9xcBl55QcSTOB6Nm18mBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Evelyne_rue-gaite_cray01modi_p.jpg" /></a></div>Evelyn had done an internship at Tours to give patients cosmetics care in an hospital environment.<p></p><p>She was now looking for a job in a beauty salon.We took some shoots to make her a "book" to help her to find a job in Paris.<br /></p><p>This sketch is inspired from one of my favourite photo of Evelyne with her "killing eyes". When, like Evelyne, you have a natural Beauty you don't have to search complicated way to shoot, simple side light and Evelyne gives you a gorgeous shoot. Few years later she couldn't stop listening a song called "Elle a les yeux revolver" (her eyes are guns) indeed she had. They always shoot me from that time. Luckyly, they kissed me too.</p><p>Phil Modillustr <br /></p>Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-38806328695728659362020-08-16T17:18:00.006+02:002023-07-01T10:06:16.716+02:00Evelyne with turquoise glove<br />
<span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title=""><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title="">It was winter and we had had dinner with my parents, Evelyne and me were in the suburban train (RER) which would take us back to our little Parisian apartment.</span><br /><br /><span title="">Evelyne was so cute and desirable in her white coat, in less than an hour we would be close together.</span> <span title="">I picked up my camera to take a picture of her, but she quickly hid her face except for her beautiful eyes.</span> <span title="">In this warm atmosphere, only the turquoise glove.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title=""><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title=""><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title=""><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title="">I had drawn Evelyne's face from our first close moments at her parents's home, but it was my very first portrait of her.</span></span></span></span>I painted it with airbrush on </span></span></span></span><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title=""><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title=""><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title=""><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title="">the following July. </span></span></span></span>The same month Evelyne, some family and friends and me went to Deauville, camping on the cliff, for a week-end. No more scarf to hide your face, dear Love.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title=""><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title="">Phil Modillustr </span></span></span><br /><br /><span title="">(Airbrush technique)</span></span><br />Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-84858169477748941582020-07-11T02:12:00.004+02:002023-07-01T10:06:16.972+02:00Dinner with Evelyne at "Natasha"I had a dinner with Evelyne at parisian Russian restaurant"Natasha".<br />
Peaceful and warmth place, at the end of our dinner a small cat came close to Evelyne and she pet him so sweetly, I wanted so much to remember this moment. No digital Iphone camera at this time, only Polaroïd, but beautfiful Evelyne ditn't like to be photographied that much.My poor brain, try to remember every details...<br />
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The next morning, when I got to work in the advertising agency, my only wish was to sketch what I remembered from that dinner face to face with Evelyne's beloved cat's eyes.<br />
Phil Modillustr Modillustrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03327607798405441671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786533062813609912.post-51832163702591405242020-06-16T23:38:00.010+02:002023-11-20T14:43:50.072+01:00Evelyne, New year's Eve<span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title="">Evelyne is much better than a fashion model, she is a nurse in a hospital, she gives care and brings humanity to sick people.</span></span><br />
<span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span title="">Her beauty is not only outside but also inside.I have drawn hundreds of fashion models from all over the world for so many years. No one of them gave me what Evelyne gives to me, a good lunch face to face, with such beautifuls eyes and lovely smile. </span></span><br />
She has the Beauty.</span></span><br />
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Lucy Birch et Holly Samantha (née le 26 décembre 1991 en Angleterre ) habillées par Sorelle UK
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<i><span class="st"><b><span style="color: #990000;"><i>Elena Melnik</i> </span> </b>née en 1986 a Sverdlovsk, Russie</span> </i><br />
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Milana Keller & Elena Melnik habillées par Zuhair Murad S/S 2014 haute couture (<span style="color: #990000;"><i>sketch, updated 06/10</i></span>)<br />
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