06 July 2014

Taken from my Deviant Art Journal

Ah, che giorno. I am collecting photos of Frank Sinatra, listening to Cole Porter, and feeling like an anachronism, or at the very least, a time traveler. I want to go back and see Billie Holliday sing in Harlem, take in a Rat Pack show in Vegas, or pay a quarter to see a Mae West or Marlene Dietrich film. I want people to understand what my name means without me explaining it. I want to have a soldier fighting Nazis in Europe, carrying my photo with him everywhere.
I want to be one of Mercedes de Acosta's long line of lovers, a scandal in matte red lipstick and heels.I want to be the past.

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