hair power

My friend, the Ukrainian photographer (she doesn't consider herself a model, except out of necessity) Mariya, has hair. A mane of it that is stunning by its sheer mass and volume. If you have looked at the shot of her I used on williamfdevault.com for The Arms of the Dragon (yes, that is her and that is her real hair), you'll see what I mean.

And as she loves to throw it around in her shots, I am amazed the poor thing doesn't have whiplash.

For the latest Fields of Arbol work, she showed me a shot she had just taken yesterday, looking for all the world like she was about to crack the whip with her hair and I knew I had to comment on it, poetically...

hair power

Like Rapunzel in reverse,
you curse the wind
and have sinned against all the lesser lovelies,
their chemically-twisted,
misted masses trashed
and crashed while you let down your hair
and it rises to the occasion,
a banner of beauty
and tender care that fills the air
with the dreams of mortal men,
wishing to wake in the tangle of your jungle.


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