Hong Kong, 1962.
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By day, researcher, teacher and ecological statistics guru.
By night, pulp fantasy author-publisher, translator and blogger.
In the spare time, Orientalist Anonymous, guerilla cook.
6 September 2013 at 10:31
Wonderful image. Is it a photo for “Vogue” or the like?
6 September 2013 at 10:44
I think it’s from a photoshot which was published in Harper’s Bazaar.
6 September 2013 at 22:02
I love this picture!
Very intriguing and full of details. It brings very far my imagination!
13 September 2013 at 20:29
There are rare moments where time freezes and single-frame images caught by the eye stay crystallized in one’s memory forever. On a crowded street somewhere near Kowloon Walled City, Major Canyon’s blood turned to ice.
Like a statue she towered above the swirling crowd of locals, as rare a sight as the Eiffel Tower rising above the Annamese Cordillera.
Her face was a mask of pale marble, shark eyes shaded by an impossibly fashionable wide-brimmed chapeau. Her figure was graced by a pale green dress and pumps that had left Paris barely a month prior.
But Canyon saw what the others in the mass would miss – her purse hung heavy with a 7.62 Tokarev and her heart might have well been carved from jade, for all the warmth it lacked.
Lai Choi San was the daughter of a French planter and a Warlord, who was cutting her own path in this modern world. One never knew which side of the Iron Curtain she favored, only that whatever path she chose, only she would profit in the end.
The list of dead and ruined men and women were notorious proof of that.
Few dared call her Dragon Lady, even in whispers.
13 September 2013 at 21:00
This is wonderful!
14 September 2013 at 00:29
Check your email, there’s a few edits I’d like alibis on… 😉