a u b u r n & i v o r y

I almost fell off my chair when I saw this image on woolgathering & miscellany. Turns out it's not real but I still find these images touching and sad and sweet. And for the record, I feel more like a Marilyn than a Jackie though every woman is probably a little bit of both, no? The whole concept of choosing makes me feel a little icky. It reminds me too much of the Madonna-whore complex.