Imaginary picnic

First, I propose a small imagination exercise, and then I’ll let Ilona lead the game further. For a moment, imagine that you have in front of your eyes, a blonde girl, with French trimmed hair, who parades on the field in a gingham shirt and a pair of pink shorts from Bonpoint. This is Ilona, my daughter, and today, at the photo shoot, she asked me and Csilla, our photographer, to guess where she is right now. I look at Csilla. Csilla looks at me. At home? In the garden? In nature? After some good minutes, we still can’t find the right answer. And then, Ilona comes to help, by swinging in the air her purse. I am at a picnic. Look at my shirt. When she noticed that we are literary laughing out loud, she continues on a serious voice: During the shooting, you don’t necessarily need to be at a real picnic, alright? You only have to pretend that you are enjoying a picnic. Ilona. Simply, Ilona!