Once upon a time, there was a Vogue Model.
She took artist Man Ray as an early lover. He was a surrealist.
She had a particular way of seeing the world.
And she knew everyone. She was famous. When the war came,
She became a war photographer. A correspondent for Vogue.
She followed soldiers, nurses. She was unafraid.
In the war, she found the annihilation of beauty. The image of the human animal capable of any degradation.
Victims and victimizers. SS guards.
It all made its mark. She lost her love of the image. She lost her beauty.
She seemed to leave much of her old self behind.
Her name was Lee Miller.
She turned to cooking. She became an excellent cook.
There is something to consider here.