A rain of shredded paper fell around me, on my shoulders and on my head. I looked up, beyond the damask drapery, and smiled at the women and men who were causing this downpour, as they threw balls of paper from balconies that had seen the Knights of St John marching, Napoleon giving orders, and English officers roaming the uneven streets. Continue reading32
We had sat on opposite wooden benches, resting on opposing marble walls. The cathedral was bare — the wobbly wooden chairs had been removed, exposing Latin prayers and the names of those buried underneath the marble floor.
The song had started fast and strong, reverberating the three tiers of the cupola. We listened to the heavy strings of the guitar and the voice of Lana del Rey. We waited for her voice to descend into a trudge, and when it did, we moved towards one another. Continue reading76
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My water lilies finally opened last night. You see, I have been working in the garden along with gardener. We have been spending our mornings together, talking about flowers and fiction, making our way through peonies bushes, trimming the trees and trying to make these water lilies grow in the pond.
When they finally did open, they were impossible to resist — these creamy balls of petals floating effortlessly around the mouldy pond. I found out they had opened when I came back from visiting the walls of St. P. I was still in my gown, feeling exhausted and quite weary by what I had seen. Continue reading112
“Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin box, a superb diamond necklace, and her heart throbbed with an immoderate desire. Her hands trembled as she took it. She fastened it round her throat, outside her high-necked waist, and was lost in ecstasy at her reflection in the mirror.” — The Necklace, Guy de Maupassant.
In my stories darling, I have often been accused of fleeing off somewhere while someone is trying to tell me something — Butcher, Baker and even Proust noticed. I can’t help it really, there are times during my day when I move in leaps and needless to say, I haven’t heeded to the tick of a clock in a very long time.
There is one thing that does help keep my feet pinned to the ground however, at least, its heaviness round my neck reminds me to stay where I am, rather than go off somewhere, and that is a heavy necklace. Donning such a statement piece is enough to turn a simple ensemble into a glorious fashion moment.
The best thing is, there are so many elaborate ones available out there that you don’t have to end up paying for it for ten years as Maupassant’s Madame Loisel ends up doing.
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More than any other story in the conversations section, this post will be understood more by those who have read the works of Gabriel García Márquez. Those who have not read Márquez’s work yet, then darlings, what are you waiting for?
I watched the quiet parade with Gabriel García Márquez yesterday. Continue reading122
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“Madeliene, if you were the one wearing these tight leather pants you would not be so eager to rush!”
“Move it along Eduardo, I don’t want to be late!”
We climbed the wide stairs of the cathedral and, pushing the heavy doors, we stepped inside to find the villagers sitting on wooden chairs in their best ensembles. There was an excited hum in the air. I held Eduardo’s hand and led him to the front, nodding to Baker, Butcher and the woman who hides her smiles with her scarves along the way.
We settled on the second row from the front. I gathered my Elie Saab long sleeved gown around me and took off my slippers so that I could feel the cold coming up from the tombs under my feet.
“Tell me again why we’re here Madeliene. Continue reading253