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.
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.
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 🙂
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!
Lin says
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.
Lee says
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.
Squidpuppy says
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.
Ron says
Or maybe she was just mourning the death of Prince?
cdilla says
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 🙂
Lee says
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!