Morning. She’s barely awake. She sits up and rests her naked body on her hind legs. Her body automatically leaning to the left. It’s too early for good posture. Her shoulders hunch causing her spine to curve, the bones protrude ever so slightly. Her hair is a mess. For a second, she contemplates running her fingers through it to tame her unruly curls, but the thought quickly evaporates. Instead she lights a cigarette and inhales its sweet and noxious fumes. It calms her as she sits there thinking about nothing…
The new Daido Moriyama book coming out on Skira. The World through My Eyes.… a must. An image is worth a thousand words… or more.
