Skirt was transparent, which you can't see from this photo. Alert as a hunter:
she sidled up behind me to see if I had captured her soul. I guess I did feel slightly ashamed at taking without asking first. But my motives are pure.
On very rare occasions, a girl's appearance seems to insist on another glance, until the illusion is dispelled. We are all imperfect, obviously. And though I couldn't detect any fault on this occasion. It will be there, alright. This is planet earth.
I could and perhaps should have asked to take this picture. But you just don't get the same aesthetic from a conscious pose.
This one started off this project. I didn't conceal what I was doing with my camera. The enthusiasm to preserve what I was witnessing was beyond my control and certainly above the use of any furtive technique. And she smiled at me when I left. Which I think encouraged me to carry on with my journal.
Apart from all the glamour mag's it was a pocket guide to Shanghai. She would need half a London house, at least. I have never seen such flat heels, girls can be overly concerned about their height.
I only caught a couple of chapter headings. One was the 'myth of present-time', can't remember the other. But it was a high-brow book. I thought I could detect the start of some synging at the top of the hair-line. But she probably will never go as far as her professor.
