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April 3, 2024

Evade and Conquer

Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive, and Conquer!

April 3, 2024

Evade and Conquer

Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive, and Conquer!

The Victorian Vixen of Evasion

In a realm of corsets tight and skirts so grand,
Lived a woman of grace with a cunning hand.

She danced through the ballrooms with elegance and flair,
But her true skill lay in evasion, beyond compare.

 

With a wink and a smile, she’d dodge and she’d duck,
Evading suitors with charm and pluck.

She’d dip and she’d dive, like a swan in a lake,
Leaving admirers in her elegant wake.

 

In the game of love, she was a conqueror bold,
With secrets and schemes, her stories untold.

She’d evade and conquer, her spirit so free,
A victorian vixen, as clever as can be.

The Devious Duchess of Dodge

In a castle of old, with tapestries and gold,
Lived a duchess so sly, her wits never sold.

With a flick of her fan, she’d dodge and she’d dart,
Evading suitors, with a laugh in her heart.

 

At balls and banquets, she’d glide through the crowd,
A vision of beauty, so regal and proud.

But beneath the fa├žade of a lady so fair,
Lurked a mind so sharp, with schemes to ensnare.

 

With a twinkle in her eye, she’d evade their advances,
Leaving them bewildered, in bewildering stances.

She’d dip and she’d dive, in her gown of silk,
Leaving hearts in her wake, like buttermilk.

For the duchess knew well, in the game of romance,
‘Twas better to be chased than to take a chance.

So she danced and she twirled, with grace and with poise,
Dodging suitors’ advances, with elegant ploys.

The Victorian Vamp of Evasion

In a dimly lit parlor, with candles aglow,
Lurked a lady so cunning, with a secret to show.

She’d dip and she’d dive, in her silk and lace,
Leaving hearts in her wake, with a smile on her face.

 

With a toss of her hair, she’d evade their gaze,
Leaving them longing, in a lovelorn daze.

She’d duck and she’d dodge, with a flick of her wrist,
Leaving admirers in her wake, longing to be kissed.

 

For the Victorian vamp knew the power she held,
In her charms and her wit, so finely spelled.

She’d conquer with grace, in the game of love’s dance,
Evading capture, with a mischievous glance.

The Enigmatic Empress of Escape

In a palace of grandeur, with treasures untold,
Reigned an empress so wise, her secrets unfold.

With a twirl of her gown, she’d duck and she’d dodge,
Outsmarting all, with a laugh and a nod.

 

She’d glide through the halls, with a regal air,
Leaving courtiers in awe, with a smile so rare.

With a nod and a wink, she’d evade their advances,
Leaving them puzzled, in curious trances.

 

For the enigmatic empress knew the game well,
In the court of intrigue, where secrets dwell.

She’d dip and she’d dive, with a flick of her hand,
Leaving admirers in her wake, longing to understand.

The 1600s Siren of Subterfuge

In a world of whispers, with intrigue all around,
Sang a siren so sweet, her footsteps were sound.

She’d conquer with charm, in the game of love’s dance,
Evading capture, with a mischievous glance.

 

With a smile on her lips, she’d evade their pursuit,
Leaving them enchanted, in a lovestruck dispute.

She’d dip and she’d dive, with a toss of her hair,
Leaving hearts in her wake, longing to declare.

 

For the siren of subterfuge knew the art of the tease,
In the game of love, where hearts freeze.

She’d evade and she’d conquer, with a song in her heart,
Leaving admirers in her wake, longing to be a part.

Creative Director and Photographer: Geray Mena
Assistant Creative: Pablo Chamorro
Styling: Evangelina Julia
Talent: Blue Aida
Set: Sara Miguel
Assistant Set: Philippe Rodrigues
Lighting: Diego Perez de la Cruz
Felt: Sibyl Bening
Shoes: Jessica Wong
Location: Parc du Champ de Mars & 3rd Arrondissement Catacombes, Paris