La Pierna Inquieta...

Sometimes an image remains a haunting proposition long after having come into existence and long after the photographer thought it was all but forgotten.
It seems to be the case with this nude taken on a distant afternoon of 1994 in the living room of a house on a hill in San Francisco.
It is funny how the details contribute to make these memories even more vivid and paint the whole exercise with a tint of romance and nostalgia. It was taken in a small house on Kansas Street, on the Potrero Hill District. There was a plum tree and a small rose bush in the garden which only produced a single strongly scented pink/orange specimen every summer...
This neg refuses to go away and this particular print, capriciously tilted and mysterious, remains strong and still enchanting.