No, we haven't flown back to Miami. It's just that I"m still there in my head. Today was a first for me: even tho the sun was out, and I was out & about, with my Canon, still I didn't take one shot. There were some good looks.. just wasn't happening for me. All that winter, all those neutrals.
Sometimes I think one can haunt a place when one is still alive. I bet if you went to South Beach, Miami, right now, you'd see a ghost that looked just like me.
Saw this girl at an outdoor table at a Paul on Lincoln Road (yes, they have Paul there! Who knew!). She was with two guys and a huge black camera with a lens about three feet long. I hesitated approaching her - Mr. Dot said don't be shy - and finally I asked 'Excuse me, you're not famous, are you?' One of the guys said 'Not yet, but she will be.'
I didn't like the background at the table so dragged her into this kind of faux tropical island in the mall. We were on our way to the beach so I gave her my card. She asked if I could do a swimsuit 'shoot' on the beach, I said sure. We did see her later, with the guys shooting her, but I was swimming & she was busy posing. When she's famous, I can say I knew her when she was just an ordinary girl. Just like us.
All I remember about her is her kaftan hails from Charleston, North Carolina.
I am so loving bright tropical colours. Sun kissed oranges, the turquoise of swimming pools and the sea. Even tho I'm wearing grey and pale pink today, I've got a hot pink vest hidden under my knit mini dress. California dreaming, on such a winter's day.