“-Why am I completely naked in my photos?
Because nudity is timeless.
We can't tell if it's a photo from 1994 or 2014.
Do you know what I mean?
It's some sort of indicator, I guess.
-There was probably also a desire for seduction, right?
A desire to seduce the viewer by showing your naked body?
-Yes, it's obvious.
That’s what we all do, right?
With clothes or without.
-Several groups and associations violently criticize what you do because you are the current symbol of the woman-object on several social medias.
You would be one of those women who fuel discrimination against women.
What do you think of these reviews?
-I'm sad.
Sad to see that their numbers are decreasing every year.
An endangered species, these conservatives.
Sad to lose a little more free advertising every year.
-But if you were in front of one of them, what would you like to say to them?

-That there is a first time for everything.
Even for thinking.

-Magdalena Wosinska, what are your future plans?
-Time is a subject that particularly attracts me:
it shapes us, manages us, kills us, rejuvenates us.

And we submit to it, we question it, we stretch it, we suppress it.

This interaction between him and us is what I call “ambience”. I am therefore exploring several atmospheres in my next book.
-In the same way as in your previous book, The Experience, Vol. ?
All naked?
-Why not ?
Does Time need clothes?
-Thank you Magdalena Wosinska!
-THANKS. »
Magdalena gets up and leaves the restaurant to smoke a cigarette.
The sun sets.
A restaurant by the sea, clinging to the cliffs.
A restaurant which had the characteristic of welcoming artists with great potential and allowing them to rub shoulders with investors and journalists.
A restaurant that aims to be discreet.
But what interests us for the moment is the parrot that was at the entrance of the restaurant.
A parrot with a big black beak. His paw attached to a wire, for fun he tried to walk on the wooden plank which was at the top of a branch which allowed customers to come face to face with the beast.
And he saw customers passing by.
Barney.
The parrot's name is Barney.
“-…and it’s not pretty what I see every day in this restaurant.
But there's one thing that's particularly annoying and which is a constant here: people take me for a guy!

“I AM A FEMALE!” I am a female! » I yell at them.

Nothing to do.
Don't want to understand.
They always turn towards the boss, with smiles and laughter that make babies cry and say each time:
“How BEAUTIFUL HE is !
How GREEN HE is !
Does your parrot speak? »
I'm talking stupid!
Asshole!
Earlier, I explained to you that I am a female!
“-Wow! Hello ?! Hello ?! Me being female!
-…
And he speaks well too!
-…”
-Well ... you can speak!
We don't know if you're a female or a male!
It’s true that “Barney” for a female…
it’s borderline.
But you have to live with the times, that's what I always say.
In the 6 years that I've been riding my ass on this board, I've been able to adapt and play the part of duty.
I also won't hide the fact that I've developed a certain sense of humor that doesn't please everyone.
Especially to Francis, the guy who “takes care” of me.
But…it entertains me.
Yeah, I'm an angry parrot!
I'm not happy !
I had GFY tattooed under my wing: probably my serial number.
And when there are stupid people who tire me, I raise my wings.
They're enjoying a little exotic bird show.

And it allows me to tell them "Go Fuck Yourself". Without flinching and without attracting reprimands.

No, I'm not happy but that doesn't stop me from having a little fun.
And then there are exceptions sometimes.
Magdalena is one of them.
We had this moment between us where words didn't need to be said.
We exchanged several looks.
And this rare moment happened: you know, this moment when the other recognizes your identity, your presence.
No, I like Magdalena.
Besides, when she was leaving, I wanted to wink at her by showing her my back like she does in her photos.
This is where I see Francis coming.
All stunted.
Unhappy, as usual.
How ugly this Francis.
A genius idea suddenly occurred to me.
When Francis and Magdalena crossed paths, one on the way in and the other on the way out, they were at my level.
And that's when I yelled:
-BITCH!
Everyone turned around.
Everyone watched the scene.
Everyone made the connection.
And Francis was fired.
Today, it’s Michelle who “takes care” of me.
It's not better but at least she's a woman.
Like me."

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https://www.magdalenawosinska.com/story-grid/332/personal-projects-from-the-last-few-decades

*2015