boring

It is the small things which are telling of a person. Small details give clues to an underlying personality which may never be seen by a world filled with strangers.

What is the meaning behind my rumpled skirt and unmatched outfit? Why does the toe of your shoe have that particular stain? Why wear that worn necklace?

Subtle hints to another's life, another's soul. These are things I long to see, but which seem to be covered up with finery. Where is the realism? Where is the raw emotion, the dirt, the joy, the fatigue?

Everyone seems to have picked a specific image to recreate...