“The two love birds flew over and perched on her chaise, staring at us blankly.”
“I had to watch the bloody movie. Why did I have to watch the bloody movie?”
This is what she kept asking herself, her back resting on her living room wall, in her Proenza Schouler ensemble. I had found her there, curtains drawn, in the darkness of that afternoon. She was an arresting image, ceased by fear.
She started and said she wanted to make me tea. I heard her clinging tea cups and saucers; coming in to the living room with her shaky hands carrying a tray of tea, including a large pot of boiling water.
“Darling it’s alright, let me do it.”
I made her a cup, with no milk and some lemon, the way she likes it.
“I’m afraid that now that they saw the movie they’re going to kill me Madeliene.”
“You could always put them in a cage. Why did you let them out of it in the first place?”
“Oh you know, they like to sing al fresco.”
The two love birds flew over and perched on her chaise, staring at us blankly.
“Are you sure the birds were the ones who hurt them in the movie?”
“Yes! Do you want me to show you the movie?”
“Oh no darling, I trust you. I’ve had my fair share of the eerie.”
“Well they did.”
She would never look at a seagull the same.
Story credits: Alfred Hitchock’s Birds (1963); David Sims for Proenza Schouler Fall 2013 for the image.