called “Irony on my tongue,” a beautiful visual diary…
She photographed some of her favorite things: books (Henry James and Jane Austen), a vintage black dress, Miu Miu ballerina flats, macarons, a pretty pink package.
She neatly displayed the contents of her leather satchel: a little beaded purse, a pair of glasses,
a tube of red lipstick…
The page offered a candid look at her life as a young woman seeking to define her style
and her place in the world.
And then, without warning, she posted this in August:
She explained: “Hello, I have decided to abandon this flickr,
I cannot say why but it just feels like I ought to do it….”
It was a reminder of how fragile the web of connections is on the Internet.
Without notice, a person can be gone, leaving little more than a broken URL.
Several weeks later, Paulina started posting again on another flickr page — and on tumblr — and I am so glad.
The gossamer glimpses into other people’s worlds are beautiful but often fleeting.
They are always best savored in the moment.