“I guess every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, horses… taking pictures of your feet.” –Lost in Translation (2003)
I take a lot of pictures of feet. Particularly – my own feet. My feet are my foundation. When my feet are too covered, I am overheated. If my feet are damp, I am grumpy. When I am barefoot & walking in the sand, I am quite content. I am very emotionally connected to the well-being of my feet.
Once a shoe salesman told me “the story of my foot”. This just didn’t interest the 14-year-old me. But I listened anyhow.
I have wide feet, perhaps from so many years of being a sandal & barefooted-laden youth. My feet are small in proportion to my height. They’re ‘peasant’ shaped which in dancer’s terms means that if I were dancing en pointe, the weight would be evenly distributed.
Most of the time they’re painted Monroe Red. It makes me happy when I look down at my toes.
What good things do your feet allow you to do?
Do you pick up pencils? Kick soccer balls? Dip your toes into the bath?