Snow Canon

The French Alps, February 2011. Vanina likes to listen to the chalet’s wooden floor creaking beneath her bare feet, Vanina likes to rub suntan lotion on her bare skin in front of the stone fireplace, Vanina likes her rabbit Souci’s tawny fur, Vanina likes to breathe in the leather scent of the white couch, Vanina likes to spend hours contemplating the charcoal eyes of the veiled women in her postcard collection. Vanina likes to chat with Eloise on Internet. But what Vanina loves is her American babysitter, Mary Jane…