These posed-out, super-saturated snap-shots should be in classy magazines; they're creepy, smart, and so apocalyptically Miami.
Three portraits of young women, in various forms of sun-kissed contemplation. One stares at a space in her way that is wholly inscrutable and fascinating: does her face communicate sadness, or intense concentration? Two others may be camping in the woods. Their rumpled, lightly dazed looks suggest a low-key utopian form of being lost.