What is it about New Year's Eve that inspires this incredible sense of optimism? Teetering on the verge of midnight, peering over the edige of this symbolic line in the sand - tomorrow, tomorrow - it's a whole new world.
Standing on the steps of the post office right before midnight and the rain started coming down. I wanted to try and capture the idea of 'divided' that comes to me at New Years when everything is before/after party/suffer now/then resolve resolve resolve. From Douglas Adams' book, I like the idea that 'the mind and the body are undergoing a trial separation.' She is of two minds, and neither of them are connecting with her body.