Mathilda May for the magazine “ELLE” in the 90s.
It seems to me that at that time she was pregnant. If you look closely, you can see it in her eyes. There is in the eyes of the women at this precise moment a disturbing mixture of plenitude, confidence in the future and a grateful love for the man in question, which the latter had better take advantage of because he is not sure it lasts. In this attention you can read the recognition, the promise of a bright future, the awareness that the event will change her life forever, mixed with a hint of the certainty that whatever the quality of the responsible of her pregnancy, it is in his interest to make the weight on the length because as brilliant as he is, he will have to continue to hold the bar well, from now on the center of the world is this generous belly which she caresses with pleasure, and him, “the man of her life”, according to the consecrated expression, will find himself in the situation of a role leaning towards the background.
I would not want to cover marriage with a sheet of cynicism, but the love of a mother is often akin to the Kalashnikov of the couple. And those who manage to stay the course after the birth of a child are unknowing heroes. To measure up in the face of this love is like climbing the Matterhorn by the north face, and wearing espadrilles…