It is Paris, 1910, the dying embers of La Belle Epoque. 20 yr old Clara is walking over the Pont Alexandre III, lit by glowing, incandescent Art Deco globes, (and checks her diamond-encrusted pendant watch for the tenth time. It is 9:15), PM. on a warm July evening, and her date is now a full hour late for their dinner engagement at Maxim’s. Her excitement at the prospect is turning to disappointment, her beautiful face a picture of sadness, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes and run down her red flushed cheeks, hot with shame and embarrassment as the wealthy elite pass by unbothered in open-top vintage Renault motorcars and horse-drawn carriages. Every detail of her ensemble had been chosen for tonight’s celebration. She wears a magnificent evening gown of pale rose silk chiffon, structured with an S-bend silhouette that accentuates her cinched waist. Intricate beadwork glints like dew under the gaslight, and a high lace collar frames her face. Her gloved hands, clad in spotless white kidskin, clutch a silver-gilt evening bag against her skirt. Her hair is coiffed into a perfect, voluminous Gibson Girl pompadour, untouched by the summer humidity. Even the intricate carvings on the bridge, the sculpted sea nymphs and cherubs that decorate the massive single-arch steel span no longer fill her with joy. The magnificent Art Nouveau bridge glows with opulent golden candelabras and gilded Pegasus statues. historical realism, 8k resolution, photorealistic, dramatic contrast