Last week, I was digging through boxes of old photos and found many a gem, including the photo I'm about to share with you. I was 20-ish, perhaps. And my skin was a white as the freshly fallen snow.
It took me a while to place the location and the reason for this shot.
Location? Dallas, Texas.
Reason? Documentation of a hair cut for my stylist.
Earrings? Did not belong to me.
Eyebrows? Had not yet discovered the true joy of plucking and shaping.
Neutral lip color? All the rage in 1986.
Constipated lip pout? All my idea.
Sometimes, I love the vantage point from 45. That's all I'm sayin'.
Here's to old photos and blown out skin from the pre-Photoshop years.