Fleeting

This is my remedy for "Not-Wanting-to-Write-Essay-itis." Unfortunately, it does little in the way of actually FINISHING said essay, but hey, procrastination? It's the AMERICAN way!

ANYway, the picture is referenced from a photo shoot in Vogue that focused on the resurgence of Victorian clothing in the modern day fashion industry. And yes, the fashion industry is royally screwed up, but YAY VICTORIAN CLOTHING HUZAAH. An unhealthy amount of my wardrobe consists of stuff like this because I just love it. I think my family thinks I'm touched in the head, but oh, well. Except for my grandmother. She'd bustle it out every day of the week if she could. I really would love to make two Victorian gowns, one for my grandmother and one for me, and we could go to one of those period costume balls. She's always wanted to go to one of those. She would have a BALL. GET IT? GET IT? BECAUSE IT'S A BALL AND--

ANYWAY again, I was inspired by that ethereal sort of beauty Victorian women seemed to possess. The model, whoever she was, was lovely, and I wanted to capture the fleeting feeling the photograph had, almost as if she'd been caught out of her own time and was staring curiously at the camera.

That, or she'd just seen "Jersey Shore" for the first time and realized that the world was catapulting towards spray-tanned, hot-tubbing disaster.

"Egads! The blowouts! The overly hairsprayed, heinous blowouts! Save the children! Gird your loins! Oh, what fury hath Snookie wrought?!"