I love taking pictures of feet. Not because I have some sort of sick fetish, but sometimes a photograph of smiling faces seems way too…forced. Sometimes you remember the day because of the work boot, or the sooty foot. Sometimes it’s standing on a street with a bit of rubble or trash that marks something.
I like how a certain shoe brings back a memory of the first wearing. I love how when people end up wearing similar shoes – shows some unspoken connection on how the day should turn out.
I like how when you shouldn’t be somewhere, you take the foot, and only you know who that other set belonged too. Even if it means you’re skipping a bit of work for a 15 minute jaunt to see a tourist site.
It’s a good thing. I love it.
(Photos by Pretty. Smart. Photography. 2008 – 2009.)