Carole, from Cote d’Ivoire hasn’t given me a lot to go on here, guys.
But, take a look at her photo; notice how she stands, how her hips are cocked, her one hand tugging on her shirt, the other playing sexily with her hair.
This photo says more than 250 tired, dusty words could ever say.
Here’s what I think it is about girls like Carole from Cote d’Ivoire. They are Africans, first and foremost.
But, couple that with the French winds that blew through their culture for so many years.
Something of that je ne foie gras
still comes through in these movements, these looks, these petit
mysteries of girls like Carole.
Yes, forget the words; go to Africa Beauties and look into her eyes; you’ll see what I mean.
