The other day I found myself coming back repeatedly to this photo from last weekend’s boudoir shoot. It was the eyes. I began that nagging internal conversation about what tv/movie star or singer I was being reminded of – and that only annoyed me. It’s sad that we do that as a society – base appreciative observation of unique or familiar beauty on the plastoid faces of that particular group. I’m glad it pissed me off though because I was forced to really think about it. Finding familiar impressions, feelings, memories based on those eyes.
AHA! She was one of my teachers in the 7th grade. A young ME at an awkward stage, going through puberty, totally crushing on my ______ teacher. Admittedly I remember other features as well beyond her eyes (ahem…), but that isn’t the focus of this memory. Good enough for me.
