Paris, 1929

Lee Miller floats down from the clouds into a solarized photograph, her perfect profile traced by an imaginary pencil. She looks past the crease in the page, her gaze world-weary in spite of her youthful stage. The V-curve of her collar is a dagger hurtling towards her heart, out of the viewfinder’s range.

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