This looks like it could have been from the era of photos my sister’s dad took. But I don’t think it was because he was the sort of guy who wouldn’t have approved of the cigarette. What she told me about this photo is that the smoke between her fingers was just a prop.

Sort of her version of “I didn’t inhale.”

She spent about six months in New York at a modeling school when she graduated high school. The whole midwestern girl in NYC story. She decided she didn’t like it. Modeling, or NYC…or both.

I wonder if she was “practicing” with photos like this one. I wonder if she already had that dream in her head.