a birds’ feather
so, I was walking down the street and…a woman with black feathers in her fascinator was approaching. she was not alone. she was in the company of a man, a handsome man who had a generous number of inches in height above her.
who was she, that allowed her to walk these rues of Paris in a beautiful hat like this, that spoke more to me than a lot of what I’d seen peacocking during Paris Fashion Week?
something about her told me that this was who she was, everyday. after all, here she was, on a street I was on #walkingforcoffee, far from the addresses of any upcoming show.
she wondered about me too, about why I was amused and what is more, why I wanted a document of her and these black feathers?
it was as if she didn’t see why I thought who she was being, was so special. and yet, that’s the thing isn’t it, to be ourselves is that special.
then, she asked where I was going for coffee. I told her @coutumecafe. then the handsome man who had a generous number of inches in height above her awoken, with awe.
“he’s been asking me for good coffee. and I didn’t have a clue where,” she said.
well, here I am/was and the rest, including the short list I gave her was like birds of a feather, flock together history. | #coffeetography, #makeportraits |