Highland Park – Animal print reminds me of my grandmother. Few women understand this embellishment in their ensemble. It could be construed as gauche, the neon of leopard print, saturated stripes. Others happen upon the animal print and it carries them through the streets, it makes them appear as though they were always in charge of their domain, and no question was ever left unasked in their life.
I approached this woman on York Boulevard in front of a super market. She was lugging her purse and a shopping bag. I introduced myself and asked her for a photo while complimenting her sense of fashion. She said yes and just as quick she began to walk away. As though it were a normal thing to have your photo taken by a stranger. I offered to send her a print, but she said it wouldn’t be necessary. She knew exactly how she looked.