There’s something about
the way one adorns themselves that refuses to go unnoticed. Without ever uttering a word the subject somehow belts out “look
at me look at me!” and by default we do the unthinkable, we look – damn! This was one of those moments. The strategic placement of her raised cigarette. The uncanny precision of her crimson lipstick, which is obviously smudge proof
because I see no detection of it along the filter of her cigarella. The slight
flare of the brim of her hat and those sunglasses! I didn’t only glance, I stared the poor girl
down! Luckily my gawking was well received and I was granted access to snap some shots.
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