Stefanie hates having her picture taken and she always turns away from me
when I get out the camera.
What I find, when I develop the photos, are gray images of her cashmere
sweater; her fingers are small and delicate and she holds a cup of coffee
and a cigarette over her crossed legs and jeans. The silver
toe ring on her right foot reflects sunlight into the camera and it looks
as if she's stepping on a star.
Her face is only a black and white smear of giggling smile and her hair
a cloud. I have a hundred pictures of her blur and only a few of her
face. She's always loved being undefined.