Last Saturday, Leah did a post called 'are you a girly girl?' and I've been musing on the subject ever since. Being a girl - and, I'd like to think, a girl's girl (which is another thing altogether), I've thought about this before. Going by her definition, I'm not. If being a girly girl means being high maintenance: that is so not me.
And yet, in terms of style.. I do love pale pink, the colour of this girl's coat, as long as it's clean lines, like the ballet pink of Audrey Hepburn or Jackie Kennedy. I don't do frills. But uh-oh, in this shot, if you look closely: those are pink hearts on her tights. She is wearing a pale pink umbrella with a pale pink coat with a pink fur collar. That's a lot of pink for a grown up woman. No, that's not me.
What about you? Are you a girly girl? There's been a lot of talk lately about 'what's your style', and we're meant to have a sound bite that sums us up. Someone recently called my style 'edgy yet adorable': I could live with that. I'd like to think I'm Jackie, or Audrey, but the truth is, I'm lazy, and I like to be comfortable. And my style is a bit.. boyish. I've worn Oxford lace ups over the years.. and yet I can't throw a ball to save my life, don't do competitive sports (or competitive anything) and am in my own way, quite girly.
Volga commented yesterday that her six year old daughter chooses to dress in head to toe pink (with sprakly shoes). There is something universal about little girls and pink.
And then the next day, the sun came out, and I chanced upon a blossoming tree, with a bee pollinating it. If you've ever tried to focus on a bee.. while I waited patiently, shooting and missing the little guy, watching the bee go from flower to flower, I thought: well, that's it, isn't it? We arrange our petals as prettily as we can, we get our scent as lovely as possible, and just hope that bee will choose us. Maybe it's that simple
And at the precise moment I got this one shot, my bee went on his merry way.
It was a quite soft, Japanese moment, trailing her in the rain, just a few quick seconds of crossing the street (the light was green) and just as I was about to ask to shoot her, she closed the umbrella and in the same motion, entered the bank. And that was that.