<lora:AlecSothStyle:1>Alec Soth Style, an aging beauty queen standing in the doorway of her small-town salon her sequined dress catching the weak afternoon light, inside faded photographs of past pageants line the walls curling at the edges from years of neglect, a cloud of hairspray lingers in the air as mannequin heads wearing outdated wigs sit in dusty display cases, an open makeup case filled with cracked powders and smudged lipsticks rests on the counter, her hands are adorned with gaudy rings her nails painted a color that no longer suits her age, she smiles but her eyes carry the weight of a thousand rehearsed performances