AS I ARRANGED THEM
Here the light was mine to place. The person wasn't.
Every dial behind her set to someone else's schedule. She's running on her own time.
Ten minutes before the shot she was still deciding about the boots.
The bubble outlasts the pose by maybe two seconds.
Profile only. The jacket says what the face won't.
Dressed for a kitchen she has no intention of cooking in.
Waiting for the light or waiting for someone. Hard to tell which.
The wall holds more texture than the dress does.
Old ritual, new light. He's done this in worse mirrors.