The lido was a place I spent most of our summers in the nineties. Poland was just out of communism and I never dreamed of exotic places. At the time I never noticed the lido’s ugliness and the prevalence of concrete in 1980 fashion when it was built. I was young and tanned this particular brown colour of nut with a pinkish tinge. The tan went well with fluorescent bikinis I used to wear. I’m nostalgic for that utterly carefree time and well, a particular tyle slenderness that in most cases, is reserved only for teenagers 🙂
After high school I’ve avoided the lido for years. Mostly, a change in my body came as a shock. It was my fault of course. I was a sporty teenager who loved swimming, basketball and horse-riding. This changed during my first year of university and I preferred a few pints in a local pub followed by a pizza.
But recently, The French and I were browsing homes in the Western France and my attention was drawn by a low, sprawling villa with a swimming pool in style of David Hockey “A bigger splash” painting. And I thought about the lido, drawing similarities with Le Corbusier architecture. And so, over 20 years later I decided to pay a visit. Now I wander why on Earth it took me so long? Things changed of course and the lido is no longer so raw and concrete but the mood is still there.
I’m wearing Jack Wills t-shirt which I love for its super slim sleeves, and Calzedonia red bikini. Photos are by @behindtheseventhdoor.