The first thought that came to my mind when I saw her painfully thin legs was that of photographs of half-starved concentration camp survivors.
One week earlier the shower scene from Schindler's List had popped into my head as I walked naked up the steps of the Sydney Opera House, alongside several thousand other (similarly un-garbed) people who had come to be photographed by Spencer Tunick.
There isn't really any point to this post and I don't have a conclusion, but since seeing this girl I have been struck by the idea that, in her tiny tiny body, she seemed so close to not existing at all.
Here is Lucian Freud's portrait of Kate Moss:
Sometimes it feels really good to see some luxurious flesh.