March 31

As long as you can see me, transposed, vulnerable, broken into pieces… I’ll be okay. As long as I can see those brown eyes, peering with such a gentle curiosity, I’m sure it’s all null.

In my session, I saw myself through a Vaseline-covered lens. An image of myself in a 1910s wedding gown my hair was done in big curls with baby’s breath peeking from within it like Minnie Ripperton. I was getting married under the shade of sweet southern magnolia trees.