Afternoon Beer in a Bar Without a Name

(continuing with my efforts of photographing my array of incredibly beautiful friends who are collectively my muse, this is my afternoon with K.)

K and I planned on a wonderful outdoor photoshoot that we called off after a stormy morning. We met for brunch and accidentally shopped our socks off. With an hour to spare, we caught a few moments on the street in the sun and then stopped to get a beer in a dark and partially broken nameless bar. The sun peeked through an ancient skylight, and I pondered how much K looks like Bette Davis and embodies the persona of a 1940s film star- sultry, gorgeous and designed. I happened to have my camera with me in case something like this happened to happen. Lucky me!

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And on that note, rest in peace, Elizabeth Taylor.