No big city visits this week so we're out in the country again. I'm beginning to think this on-the-street endeavor is turning into a combination of something unexpected. (That's sort of an overriding theme in my life, but never mind.)
Since I continue to re-photograph the same women -- with a few exceptions thrown in, two this week you'll note -- I realize we're seeing their personal style on a day-to-day basis. They are wearing different pieces and outfits, but their style never wavers. Even when their look is flowy, it's never overwhelming. They're not trying to hid in masses of fabric or camouflage their bodies beneath layers of black. When they do wear black, and heaven knows it's one of their favorites on the "color" wheel, it usually caresses their form and is not worn as a shield against their bodies and the world.
French women of all shapes love their neutrals. In a conversation with Babette recently she told me her biggest challenge when buying for her boutiques is finding neutrals with details and embellishments that set them apart from what women already own.
I've also noticed this week I have surpassed myself in managing to pull together a collection of shockingly out-of-focus pictures. I'm thinking maybe I should photograph moi meme. This unfocused business is extremely kind and cheaper than surgery. Maybe photograph myself by candlelight, no flash, standing on the other side of the room, dressed in black (obviously). I'm beginning to really like this idea.