It's C's birthday today. She is a very old person now. To remind her (gently!) that she was once quite young, I rescued some old school photographs out of a box. Unfortunately, none of these pictures were labelled. Have I put them in the right order, youngest at top? Is the notion of chronology even appropriate at this point? Is time an elastic concept, and the past only as relevant as memory? Does Cleveland have any chance against Baltimore this weekend? Birthdays are so imbued with reflection.
C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *
Yes, they are in order. And I remember every one of those outfits. I even remember the texture of the fabrics!
ReplyDeleteStill young at heart. I hope you had a lovely day.
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