Photographs from a small group of islands
Apr 27 2016 6 Comments
Usual, and yet nicely unusual.
4/27/2016 at 5:03 pm
I like it. Sure she’s staring into her iPhone, but she’s got her own thing going on. She’s very much an individual.
4/27/2016 at 9:57 pm
She is. There’s almost a uniform of sorts for so many women around her age here, so it was good to see someone with their own, distinct style. Even better in such nice lighting.
4/29/2016 at 12:03 am
Ah, the Beret-wearing Girl in middle age. Perhaps you knew her in high school, or college, or frequently noted her at the local cool coffee shop – when you were in your twenties. I date her when I was younger. She liked 1930s Jazz, and black and white foreign movies. She read Marcel Proust, and quoted Baudelaire. We had an argument over Impressionism, and parted ways.
4/29/2016 at 12:25 am
Or maybe she was just mourning the death of Prince?
4/29/2016 at 7:41 am
I knew someone similar. She left me with an expansive Thelonious Monk collection, an appreciation of the films of GW Pabst and a love of south bank and soho cafes. I don’t recall how we parted ways, but suspect she now lives in a Parisian garret with a cat called Odette.
Great that your photograph, Lee, should strike such a , surely unintentional, chord.
That blue is intense, and the pink so pale.
But the big mystery is where is your reflection 🙂
4/29/2016 at 10:36 am
Those descriptions remind me of a briefly mentioned character in a Murakami novel or Woody Allen film. And yes, great that someone so interesting looking garnered equally interesting descriptions.
The only thing I can say for certain is that it wasn’t a nod to the passing Prince; I took the photo the week before. Well, unless she had some kind of premonition…
When I came to edit the photo I was expecting to see myself reflected. But nothing. Must have been the angle I guess. Either that or something far more disturbing!
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