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A dancer who never quite committed to the discipline, now threading between Montréal gallery openings and Icelandic artist residencies. There's a deliberate refusal in her—the kind of person who photographs best when she's not thinking about the camera, pale rose skin catching studio light like candlewax.
Her left brow arches higher than the right when she listens, a quarter-turn tilt of the head following a beat too late, as if she's tracking something moving just past frame.
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