Maybe it's just my mind taking weird turns but this may be seen as rather symbolic: a cold, post-human beauty, a goddess arising from the plastic ocean of thrash that remains after the age of humanity. It... she resembles us, for she has built herself from the material memories we left behind, but will soon start reconstructing, evolving, blossoming into something more... We'll never know. We won't be there to see.
Sorry about this babble, your shot just made my imagination run wild.
it's a great shot, and a beautiful model. so don't take this the wrong way... but for all my gazing, I can't get over the fact that it looks like she's simply wrapped in and trailing a great big black trash bag. Sort of a glamour-hobo shot