But when I was backstage after a show at fashion week, shooting more from an anthropological standpoint: watching the humans interact, the models and the non-models (and I'll be doing posts on them, too: they often have a beauty all their own) - and you see that they're just girls, being all warm and happy and, well, girly together.
And then there's, invariably, the Pretty Girl.
We all know who she is: she was born different. She was always a bit separate from the group. Nice - very nice - but somehow more grown up. Emotionally self reliant. Not quite a girl's girl: not a bitch, just not seeming to need the sisterhood as much.
Maybe I was reading too much into this story - it was just a frenzy of shooting, and maybe her BFFs forever were already changed and waiting for her outside. But when I caught this girl on camera, she was alone. I asked her permission, of course, and she tried to explain to me why she was still there - something to do with trying to untangle her hair (where are the hairdressers AFTER, I ask you? When you really need them?) but I got this feeling that it must be a bit lonely, being the prettiest girl in a room of the pretty girls.
We all have our crosses to bear in life, and granted, there are worse hardships to overcome, but I feel for her. She's going to have already experienced envy from other girls, and men being nice to her for the 'wrong' reasons.. I wish her well, this anonymous, nice, Pretty Girl.