Have you notice that whenever someone poses for a shot these days they cross their legs at the ankle? I mean, what's up with that? Can you just imagine, if Beings With Higher Intelligence are, indeed, out there, monitoring us Earthlings on the internet.. what are they thinking? They must wonder how we can walk.
The middle shot I could understand: I did ask to take her photo - but the bottom shot, was an off the cuff. If I didn't know better I'd swear that girl was asking to be shot.
(Altho, I must admit I now do it, too: I'm so impressionable, I'll stand that way while taking the photo of someone standing crossed legged!)
All shot on the same day (Day Three, in fact): all neutral colours, bit o'black, bare legs, little booties, big heels. For some reason everyone is craving little pleats: those that want a midi skirt want it pleated.. I had a great one, years ago - vintage, midnight blue, almost black, simply fabulous - some kind of magic synthetic that never wrinkled, and all it took was one bad dry cleaner: there went the pleats.
Come to think of it: I think I was wearing it the night I went to the party in the loft in Tribeca where I met the future Mr. Dot. We'll never know: that was pre-blog, when we didn't document our every move in words or images. All we have is our memories.
What does that have to do with this post: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Hope you all had a lovely lovely weekend everyone! And welcome to Monday. Here in London it looks like it's gonna be another scorcher! 66f,and sunny!