Blurred color around me, that is the way I see them. the imperfection of my body, that is the way I like it. An evening to be able to capture these, that is the idea.

I like old things. old clothes, old people. sometimes, old me. but I really like the feeling of old memory. Today, I dressed in with a skirt that brought an old memory of me: I was 4, dressing in an old skirt-bohemian like (just like the one im wearing in the pic) and brown turtle neck blouse. Every time that I remember myself in that picture, I remember feeling happy. I was only 4, but I knew what I liked, and what I wanted. I want to get that back.