One of my earliest obsessions was ballet. My mother has some questionable photos of me, big-eyed with boyish hair, wearing a leotard and tutu, I'm sure of it. However I never made it beyond private living room performances to Beethoven. On my most recent trip to Mexico, my cousin Carolina (great name) and I got to talking about the
Ballerina Project. Without purpose, we decided to try some photos in her backyard with the fleeting sun. These are only a few but I'd say they're a little better than the ones my mother has of me.
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