Girls In Black Dresses...

...project such an image of sophisticated sexuality that there's no mistaking it for anything else.

Here's another example of the new direction I'm attempting with my self-portrait series, vertical compositions with the 15mm ultra-wide angle lens shooting about straight down on the top of my head. There's no give-away facial expression to look at, yet here I think it's pretty obvious exactly what thoughts are churning up the neurons under my shaggy mess of curly hair.

All day long I had a line from a song bouncing around in my head. I guess it had been on the radio this morning. "Knights In White Satin" kept repeating and repeating over and over again. When I saw the photo that Todd had posted suddenly day turned to night, and the words became "Girls In Black Dresses" to the same tune.

A few days ago I was drinking coffee and chatting with a young lady wearing a faded blue denim mini skirt. Awhile later one of her friends joined us and she too was wearing one. I've often noticed that pairs, even groups, of girls will all be dressed much alike. I asked the two them if they'd coordinated their outfits via a "and what are you wearing?" phone call, but they both denied it. They said it happens all the time, though. They had no idea how or why, just that it happens. Another mystery about women for us to ponder.