butterflies are free

Couldn't resist a shot of Lynne, in the same spot (Knightsbridge) with the same yellow scarf (from 'somewhere in Paris') that I shot her in cold dreary March ('california dreamin'), with the same sunny smile. Like the butterflies on her tee shirt, she flits around the globe with her lover, occasionally stopping down in her homes in London or San Francisco. She rides the crest of life with joy, copes with tragedy, as it inevitably comes, with courage and grace, and, like our friend Dylan would say, remains forever young.

Lynne is, to me, a true style icon, because what she wears on any given day is secondary to her spirit, and that light in her eyes.