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Notes: More to come, and I do apologize for the lag between posts as of late. As some of you might notice, I'm back to my old camera (alas, I know, but there will be more with my father's SLR eventually).
This photoshoot happened in stages, so it will appear here in two parts. I delayed and delayed in posting because I felt kind of uncomfortable about sharing pictures of Madeline wearing so little.
In this first section, I was sort of thinking about a Rococo Venus, stripped of the pastoral
foliage, putti, waves, and aristocratic pretensions to immortality. Instead, there is just her alone with her thoughts, a bed, and the cool air in the room. She's much too sweet to be an Olympia after Manet, and there's a bored, listlessness about her-- she is having one of those mornings where nothing can remove the temptation to stay in bed a little longer than one should.
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