When you hear this name “Elise”, you can not help recalling the magical melody by Ludwig van Beethoven – Für Elise. Soft, astringent music envelops your mind and carries it away as it was a lost petal of cherry blossom. Vast vineyards, rose gardens, old cozy mansards pass your sight while you spin, and dance, and spin again, having no desire to stop even for a second.
A bagatelle is written in A minor, or La minor, like I prefer to say. And indeed, his Elise is a pure La, cherry blossom pink La, tender La. Most certainly she has light sun kissed hair, soft facial features and live, sparkling eyes. E-li-se. She dances in her white cute shoes, makes her pink lace dress fly like the wings of a butterfly and laughs with her musical voice.
This is how I see Elise who lives in subtle, warm melodies of Beethoven. Gentle, careless, full of life. Elise… This kind of girl I imagine in those rare moments when my hearing manages to catch such a unique name – Elise from somebody’s talks.
Whether the name “Elise” is rare for Ireland, I have no idea. But checking my mail box for new e-mails and finding a letter from some Elise Brennan, who wanted to book a date for her photo shoot, I have noticed that I paid a little more attention to the potential client than I should. I got curious, what is she like, this Elise? Has she got something in common with the girl whose image Beethoven once managed to create so accurately?
We continued our correspondence via e-mail. While we were discussing mood boards, deciding on locations and choosing the right clothing, I could not stop wondering, who is she – Elise?
Time flew and in couple of weeks I found myself heading to the location we have chosen. A ponderous bag stuffed with all kinds of photo shoot equipment on my shoulders, a useless GPS in my pocket, a divine soft Beethoven’s in my head – I am on my way. I arrived half an hour earlier.
20 minutes more and she got there as well. What was she like?
Beautiful, that is of no doubt. Astonishingly charming. And… not a tiny bit like Elise I have imagined from the melody. Cheerful, energetic, temperamental – that is how I would describe modern Elise who was standing in front of me. Was I disappointed? Continue reading article