I chose to take my outfit photos on this forest lane because I thought the mottled pattern of shadow and light looked cool. Later I realized a) it makes for very complicated lighting (not all good) and b) that's okay, because it's like an echo of the pattern on my dress:
Pretty nifty juxtaposition, mais non? You heard what I said about the micro- and macrocosm paradigm... but anyway. Depending on which way the wind and the breeze floated through the leaves at the exact moment that the shutter clicked closed, it was either too dark:
Or sun-burst bright:
So be it. You get the idea. Once again, I'm demonstrating my extremely schizophrenic style by unapologetically shifting from Tom Sawyer to Lolita to Rain Queen Modjadji (okay, maybe not, but it is a kind of tribal dress) over the course of a week. Bear with me! Sometimes I wonder if I should perhaps sit myself down for a minute and fine-tune my personal style, but then I think: but that would be so boring! I'm not one-dimensional, why should my style be?