Looking Back

(Top) My mother as a young woman in the forests outside Moscow. Yes, the flower crown was made by her with real flowers.(Bottom) Me a day after I was born

As life goes on, we are swept in the winds of time, and in the mile-a-minute pace of today's world, it is often difficult to remember those innocent times past. Old photographs are something I can never spend too much time looking at, but still can't seem to find the time to do so. Choosing three baby pictures of me, plus a photograph of my mother, young and makeup-free, in the beautiful forests near Moscow was a wonderfully joy-filled experience. Something about these photographs compelled me to put them up and write a heartfelt stanza on times past. I don't know if it's the too-short hours of sleep I had due to last nights' concert at the Meyerson (photos of which I'll put up soon) but I still think that it was worth looking back for a moment, even though I am grasping at threads of days long gone.

These photographs are of me looking at fashion magazines as a baby. Apparently, my interest in fashion started young, with my mother letting me look through her magazines for hours on end. Amazingly, I still remember one of those moments, even though my memory's vague.