“Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it.” – Confucius
Is it the way that my hair is pulled back off my face, the tilt of my head or the embroidered flowers on my Zara top that hint at something Asiatic? Or maybe it’s because I’m sitting with my long skirt draped, just so. There’s a hint of a smile on my face. I’m poised — though my neck could be a little straighter — but I’m unintentionally posed and the light behind me creates a luminous glow…
When I look at this photo (above) it immediately takes me to the romance of Shanghai girls on vintage posters, or even traditional portraits of Chinese women with their long floating water sleeves set against a painterly backdrop of faint curly clouds and misty mountain peaks.
I’ve always loved that kind of imagery and never thought I could be captured with a softness that I very rarely show (and barely even recognise in myself).
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I’m not saying that I’m beautiful. In fact, I’m the last person to say that about myself. But there is a beauty in this moment that evokes a sense of tranquility; it’s subtle, delicate and light…the opposite of how I see myself and that’s what I love about the photo.
NB: These pictures were taken on an early afternoon, as I sat for a reprieve from the heat at Pekin Fine Arts, 48 Wong Chuk Hang Road, Aberdeen on my recent trip to Hong Kong.
Style File: I didn’t take many clothes to Hong Kong but I swear my old Karen Walker skirt became a favourite all over again (get a similar look with this or this). Admittedly, I went a bit nuts at Zara and purchased the top. The sales started the day I arrived!