
Hiroko was a model brought to Paris in the mid 1960s by Pierre Cardin, who considered her his muse. You can find other pictures and a brief account of her in Linda Morand's Diary of a Mod Model. Linda was another model who worked with Cardin.



This came out nicely. John thinks his beard is a little long, but I think this look works, and I like the expression I captured here.
This is a bit late getting posted, but here 'tis, one of my more recent photo adventures.
My brother brought up these boxes for us to open -- inside are these little dolls with kinda like rabbit ears. They're painted different ways, they're sold as blind stock and meant to be collectible. This one is Karen's, and I photographed it sitting on my brother's dining table. I's about 4 inches high.
I wrote a song about it. Want to hear it? Here it goes:
this is the lead singer of Naive New Beaters, who I blogged about below.

And here I am at home! Next door you can see the neighbor happily blowing the snow away with his little tractory thingie. I can see home and warmth, and the end of a far too long journey home.
I realize this is up backwards, but I'm posting it as I'm telling the story, and for me it's forwards! I kinda like doing that Chris Nolan style storytelling, anyway.
So I'm on my own street finally, and I've forgotten that it's freezing cold. I'm jazzed to see that everything is covered with this thick layer of virgin white. I can see that the orange of the street lights is reflecting around everywhere and it's way brighter out than it ever is at night otherwise.