rebecca henretta | design » into « words

One day I photocopied inspiration images using an unmaintained institutional Xerox machine. Normally I would be aggravated it couldn’t reproduce tonal images accurately—but on that day the beautifully grainy, sfumato results, like mezzotints, were a happy accident. Or a mysterious and melancholy one.

I give you goddesses, warrior women, noir ladies and theater gypsies—how they styled their hair and what they put on their heads.