Penelope Tree by Richard Avedon, 1967.
I just want to be a Mitford, or a character in a Wodehouse novel (but not Madeline Bassett), or Lizzie Siddal without the laudanum addiction. Is that really too much to ask?
Jean Shrimpton by Richard Avedon, 1968.
I am drowning in art history notes and can feel my brain falling apart like a wet cake.
Man Ray - Lee Miller éclatant de rire, 1931
via Centre Pompidou