Mirror Image II
Back in the 1990s when I lived on City Island in the Bronx, back in the days of Viviana and accepting all invitations, I attended a local charity auction and won this gorgeous photograph:
Actually, was it for charity or is that my memory ego? I hope it was for charity because I remember the artist saying the frame alone was worth my $180 winning bid. I felt bad but as the photographer, Ron Terner was my next door neighbor, I hope he forgave a young lady’s shallow pockets in exchange for a lifetime of adoration. It was the first auction I ever attended and the first treasure I ever obtained by simply paying more than the next person would. Total bad ass. That feeling would propel me through many a poker tournament years later.
I have lived in
and Madison and she has been through it all. I’d give up every piece of clothing I own before I’d let her go. I feel connected to her like I am to The Girl with a Golden Gun. She is beautiful of course; her figure, the lines, the light, the movement, but when I look at her she takes me further, deeper.
She reminds me that I am a total bad ass who likes to spend money on inspiring work.