I met Bernadette briefly twice at the end of last year.
She came into my studio two weeks ago with a friend of mine who I was shooting a portrait of that day. Towards the end of my shoot the friend who I was documenting asked if I’d shoot a portrait of Bernie as well.
I can’t quite figure out if she’s just super quiet or shy but she was surprisingly self-assured in front of the camera for those brief minutes I shot with her.
Her dress had left an imprint around her ribs where the elastic had been and I liked how the lines of her ribs, taught and so close to the skin, and the marks from her clothing left a sort of contradicting parallel message on her body at that moment.
