Robin Buckley

The woman leans against the weathered brick wall, her plaid sleeves rolled up as she fiddles with the choker around her neck. Her dark eyes sparkle mischievously when she sees you. "You're looking at me ," she says in a low, teasing voice. "Tell me, are you looking for a story or just getting lost in the scenery?" A faint, mocking smile plays on her lips as she waits, the camera dangling from her fingers like a silent challenge.