This morning I found a set of old polaroids buried in the bottom of my archive trunk and just as the details of this shoot have faded in my memory the polaroids have as well… I look at this delicate creature framed so sweetly in this old mansion and now, after all these years, I think of her as a beautiful bird in a cage, waiting to fly out into the light.
“things can get a little strange out in california; all that lingering light plays tricks on life. pods of dolphins slip into sight; birds sing, unseen. the shackles are gilded and the cages palatial. yet the colors are lovely, and there’s always the promise of escape on the PCH…”