The collarless Turkish dress wraps the body in place of the collared dress, and with a little unease and excitement winds up the stairs with the camera, the color of the walls also changes from regular light beige to peeling blue, Gradually move from reality to a world of imagination and exploration. The steel staircase leading to the top floor rotates with artistic patterns, and at the end is the wooden door of the mysterious Lion Knocker - the beginning of Diane's photography.
A room with a strange structure and a colorful design, and an extraordinary host, led Diane to look directly into the hidden sights of the past, and opened her eyes to peep into another world.
However, the road of photography really begins when all this is about to end.
The evening outings led Diane away from her fixed life, from her role as the daughter of a fur dealer and the wife of a photographer, to truly become an independent person from someone else's vassal. The hair that is bound by tradition is let down one by one, just like the desire to be liberated step by step. The complete family life began to tilt, and Diane felt guilty, but she never stopped moving forward.
Leno is like an inspiration for Diane, who encourages Diane to chase after her uniqueness lurking in her blood, to capture it, to feel it, to document it. So when Diane was forced to part with Leno, she put on that turquoise blue dress and walked down the turquoise aisle into the room where she was inspired. However, Diane didn't say goodbye to him. Instead, she chose to stay in the blue room. Against the blue background of the living room in the early morning, Diane sits down, facing Leno, like an eternal symmetrical painting, Diane snaps her first black and white portrait – unfortunately after the body hair is gone Leno, I have to say that this scene is a satire on Diane's photographic art style. Until she was on the seaside that Leno loved, and witnessed Leno disappear into the blue sea, she jumped in and felt the touch soaked in the skin in the blue sea that also wrapped Leno, and reluctantly gave up. After returning to the apartment alone, wearing a fur robe made by Leno, Diane did not go home, but chose to stay in the blue room, sniffing deeply the smell left on the pillow and quilt, nostalgic and unwilling to stay away. . . . . .
Three months later, Diane, dressed in a long turquoise blue dress and dark brown fur robe, took her camera to her unique photography path. . .
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