Looked like Venice…
There are some women who we say are beautiful; others who are somewhat pretty and then there are those whose face is quite arresting.
There are some women who look like the ghostly hour of the night, their pallor shimmering with the light of the moon and others whose face belongs under the sun. Then there are women darling, who look like the place they inhabit.
I saw a woman yesterday who looked like Venice. She was Venice. She is the place where the man from The Aspern Papers pursues that which he is obsessed with. She is la dolce vita and she is the dark, dingy water that fuels the canal.
I saw a woman yesterday who looked like Venice. She was Venice.
I was in a gondola, heading to the piazza when I saw her, wrapped in a black cape and with dark red lips. She was walking a narrow street just as others were but she stood out with her stance.
She looked like she was moving to the rhythm of the small waves of the canal – with an unheeded determination to subsist in the world with all of her grace, despite the crowds and the noise.
I told my gondoliere to stop for a moment, I wanted to see Venice walk by.
Story credits: Image by Vogue Italia.