It breaks my heart to see girls and women setting their sights on one particular beauty ideal, and believing that they're ugly if they don't live up to it. So many of them pick one that it would be physically impossible for them to match -- I don't know if it's some self-destructive impulse that strikes teenage girls, some social forces that apparently pass me by, or just grass-is-greener-ism. I never ran into that. For whatever reason -- I like to think it was some measure of sense, but it was probably coincidence or stupid luck -- the people I wanted to look like when I grew up happen to be people that I do look like now that I am theoretically an adult. I've always been a big fan of dramatic contrast in photographs, so well-done black and whites fascinate me, particularly silent films and very early pieces of the "snapshot" era. There is certainly such a thing as a well-done piece of Technicolor (I have BPL Faneuil's copy of Robin Hood right now...