I Loved to dress up. And I loved when my dad was complimenting me and my apparel. He used to compare my beauty to my mothers and I felt so beloved and truly precious (in its pure innocent meaning). Today, my innocence has gone. I know there is a huge number of shades of gray between black and white. Some of these gray shades frighten me but in a twisted way I learned to delight my fears and other unpleasent emotions. But that's another story. So please enjoy this album about proud dads and their adorable daughters.