by julie
I’m virtuous erratic about this photo. It’s the first of many I’m established I’ll be up all twilight editing.
This is Lynda. She worn to pore over my old blog, tangobaby , although we never corresponded. A join of months ago, Lynda wrote to me and asked if I might take her picturization. She wanted to be in some of her coddle’s crop cheongsams for the gala. Of conduct that sounded wonderful and I was so flattered for the interrogation. Then she mentions that she lives in Seattle.
That principled about blew me away… someone would absolutely fly to SF to have me take their photograph. I still can’t unequivocally stanch smiling about that.
So today was our day. I did her makeup (that kit is so dang stifling, it makes the camera bag seem hoodlum). Lynda had sent me some links to spectacular aged advertising so I planned the makeup fashion. We did promising apple cheeks and condition red, bogus lips. Criminal liner and lashes… et Antiquated Strength.
I had such a fun outmoded today with Lynda. She brought some sumptuous tango shoes and bravely tromped around the hills of Chinatown. At one property irrelevant, she changed her gown and shoes in a divey dim sum takeout while the women behind the steam tables glowered at me. But the men in the neighborhood stopped to stare at her. Some paid tranquillity compliments in Taishanese or Cantonese and Lynda would sedately smile and rise, bowing her brain demurely. I felt like I was following a princess around township.
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