Monday, August 10, 2015

Face 101a


She inhabited an apartment almost adjacent to my own, with a boyfriend who was even better looking than she was, and a collection of some of the world's great art - in the form of posters, unframed, attached to the walls with backing-tape. I asked her to model for me a hundred times, but she always refused. Then, one evening, over wine and conversation in a group of friends, I sneaked a photo of her on my cell-phone, and she caught me, insisted on seeing it, asked me to delete it, and then relented when I said I wanted to use it for a painting.


What happened after that I'm afraid I can't say, because I haven't made up the rest of the story yet.

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