There I found myself once again, this time walking with a clear idea in mind.
In this case, more of an idea it was a name. I had began the quest of finding
So what do I know about Anita,
and what is there to know about her anyway…? Personally the name has no connotations. I once had a friend called Anita when I lived in Mexico but how she is and where she is currently, is unknown. So I do not really know /where /why /how and /who.
As I am searching for faces I come across a few women, still no Anita.
Until, from the side binding of one of the books comes a portrait of a young lady: black and white image, what looks like red lips, tied yet loose hair, skinny bone structure, dark eyes, beautiful girl. Her shirt is loose, exposing her bare shoulders. Something about her strong persuasion turns her into Anita.
Once again I have picked up a book about portraits. This time the book holds a much older image archive from 1903-1917. So what is it that connects these two? Both archives of images contain a variety of portraits. Both seem to have a dominant female as their main attraction. There must be something about this women, something about this name that classifies, orders and places them in different categories.
Anita has truly become a tag and I have become the tagger; I have acquired the power to pick and chose.