A tocador in Spanish is a dresser. This article of furniture has been somehow present all my life. As a child watched my mother attach a fake hair ring to her very long hair for her hairdo which was much in Vogue in the 40s and then popularized by Eva Perón.
Because I knew that women needed to see themselves in a mirror we had a dresser in Mexico. But in Vancouver while I did purchase one for Rosemary she refused to use it an preferred sitting on the floor and did her makeup in front of our sliding door closet mirrors (both in our Kerrisdale home and her in Kitsilano). Rosemary liked to do lots sitting on the floor.
It was inside a dresser that I wrote this about the first time I realized I was an individual.
In my Robson Street (corner with Granville) studio I had a dresser (an antique mirror on a glass table) as I photographed many women writers, actresses and ladies of the stage. One such woman was Cheri.
