I'm not entirely sure I like this image. In fact, truth be told I know I don't. But that is the funny thing about making art. A great vast majority of the time I cannot stand what I do about three minutes after I do it.
It's true, there will always be little elements to a photograph that I enjoy, like in this case I like the way the model's underwear is pinching at her stomach and I like the overall grey tones of the scene in general, but I have a habit of focusing on my failures more than my successes.
I don't mind this so much though. In many ways it is what keeps me going. I think if I ever made something that I was totally 100% happy with I'd probably quit photography all together. What would be the point of continuing to make art after that?