JOSEPH DESCAMPS | MIXED

The first day of classes at the Voltaire Institute, a historic day for France. The first mixed school where boys and girls attend the same school, in the same classrooms, taking the same classes and sharing the same day. There were no more than seven girls, you were the youngest of all entering the first year of school, or so your parents had been told. The day looked sunny, which was a good omen according to your father, a retired history professor who now wrote for the local newspaper's editorial office. You were wearing neatly pressed clothes: a long pastel pink skirt, a white short-sleeved button-down shirt, and a beige cardigan with black buttons. You looked pretty, there was no doubt about it. At the corner of the school you had come across a group of boys, two of them smoking and the other one cleaning his bike. Joseph watched you shamelessly, smiled sideways and whispered to his friends:

"She's pretty, she looks like she wouldn't break a plate"

You called his attention, reward or punishment