Looking through all these portraits. Gorgeous things, every one of them black and white. Most of the people in them are famous or trying to be. But besides the few candids, you can tell in each one that that person is trying to be the complete representation of themselves. Some are twirling a cigarette, or snarling. Many look straight at, through, the camera, as if they’re trying to tell you something very important. It makes you want to listen.
I don’t know what I’d do, is all. Who I’d be. Maybe I would just shrug my shoulders and hope for the best. Ask, instead of tell. Because I really have no clue.