Are you this man - unknown, uninvited, unexpected? Were you the perfect stranger in the suit, standing there, in the gallery - maybe smiling?

What could your eyes see? What was in your mind? Were you enjoying the view? What were you thinking about? Were you recalling something? Were you waiting for somebody?

I met a perfect stranger for the first time on Monday, January 16th, 2012, about midnight. They say sometimes, you're not aware of what you're needing until somebody else shows it to you; sometimes, you don't know you were missing something, until you happen to find it in a perfect stranger.

I dedicate this blog to my perfect stranger. Diego, Max, Jurgen - whatever your name is and whoever you might be, all I can say to you now is: «Enchantée. Thank you for meeting me, too. My pleasure.»

samedi, février 18, 2012

A un mes de la travesía...

Ha transcurrido ya exactamente un mes desde nuestro encuentro a bordo del RMS Queen Elizabeth.

Lo sabés: no olvido aquella noche, no olvido nuestras cuatro noches juntos, no te olvido.

Y no me resigno a que no estés... No, no me obsesiono, tan sólo -por ahora- no renuncio a la posibilidad de que vuelvas a estar "ahí", en comunicación conmigo, y como el perfecto extraño que siempre fuiste.

Hora de prepararme para salir de mi pecera... Es sábado y no deseo quedarme sola.

Tu barco favorito y yo seguimos esperándote, aquí, tal vez ya desde el recuerdo...

Ay, Dios, si soy Penélope...


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  1. Anonyme19 février 2012 à 01:08

    Dear Vanity: Why not Tuesday after midnight ? I´ll be sitting on one of the wooden benches at Carter Lane Gardens, facing Saint Paul's Church. Wearing a Gieves & Hawkes' drape suit and a fedora hat. While Carnival fades for the rest of our friends, a new kind of festive season will start for you and me .... will you be there ? M.R.

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    1. Vanity Fairchild21 février 2012 à 12:38

      Dear Max,

      Just a quick note to let you know I'll be wearing a mauve satin dress, white satin Victorian boots, a grey velvet opera cloak with silver threads, and my favourite white kid gloves. The thing is, I have to attend a charity ball at Grovesnor House in the evening. I promised my aunt Meg I'd be there, but I will find a way to sneak out of the event, get into Daddy's white Mercedes and ask the chauffeur to take me to the area of Carter Lane to meet you.

      You know I will definitely be there... and I'm looking forward to meeting you again (I can't wait).

      All the best,

      V.F.

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