As I wrote here Monday, before they deteriorated, I scanned nearly 300 photos from the 1990s for preservation. I had not viewed most of the photos in years and they brought back a flood of memories that I will share in this and future posts.
I don't recall much about these photos except that I was home alone on a Saturday in June 1995 and decided to do a photoshoot modeling my new to-die-for dress.
In retrospect, looking at these photos, I see a woman, not a man in a dress, but a woman who enjoys being a woman.
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![Stana]( "All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.")
I don't recall much about these photos except that I was home alone on a Saturday in June 1995 and decided to do a photoshoot modeling my new to-die-for dress.
In retrospect, looking at these photos, I see a woman, not a man in a dress, but a woman who enjoys being a woman.
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| Wearing Monique Lhuillier. |
All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.