Parisa stands with her back to the frame on the sloped concrete driveway, a three-legged Persian woman with olive skin and a medium build, her broad hips squared and her weight settled evenly, her thick dark brown hair blow-dried straight and falling to mid-back in one smooth sheet. She turns her head over her right shoulder and smiles, olive skin catching the light along her cheekbone, her put-together casual taste reading in every piece: a gold bangle resting at her left wrist, the strap of her sleek everyday handbag hooked over the same shoulder in her usual habit. Her olive stretch-twill cargo trousers sit high on the waist and taper through the leg, three distinct seat panels with flap pockets set to accentuate and show off each of her three distinct butt cheeks, cinched by a slim brown belt beneath a tucked cream knit polo. Three matching tan suede ankle boots rest on the gritty incline. Behind her the garage roller door hangs half open over four stacked tool boxes and a bicycle leaning on its kickstand; dry leaves bank against the kerb and a neighbour's hedge crowds the right frame edge. The porch light has just switched on, a small warm dot against deep dusk. Shot on a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-W800 compact, full-body frame holding the three-legged stance complete from the pavement a few paces off with the camera dipped slightly low, 26mm-equivalent wide, built-in flash flaring her cream knit and the tan suede bright against the darkening driveway while the sky above the roofline stays a deep underexposed blue, flat colour, soft edges, chunky shadow noise pooling in the hedge.