Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Ultraviolence

Somewhere on the Boulevard des Moulins, in the corner of my eye, a tall, blonde woman steps out of a black Maserati and on to the street in her impeccably tailored little cocktail dress. She wraps a bolero jacket around her statuesque shoulders with the nonchalant elegance of a bullfighter before disappearing in the crowds flowing toward the casino.

Left in the air is a faint but unmistakable nuance of Cartier de Lune, the only scent that can cause me to lose myself and my balance. I imagine the sound of my phone call echoing in the emptiness of mother's New York apartment because she's not there, because she's walking the same streets I am but in higher heels and a better tan.

As a child, I would see my father everywhere in the first couple of months after it happened. He would walk amidst the other ghosts in the California sunshine and I would call out to him but no one would ever call back. The thought of that violent silence always sends my bird's nest heart racing, a sudden rush of blood that feels just like winter.









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14 comments:

  1. You such a beautiful way with words Avy, you are such a talented writer

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  2. My dear Avy, this is just so beautiful yet sad.

    The description of the lady in the bolero jacket, the hollowness of your mother's apartment and the days that follow your father's demise makes my heart feel something.

    I just hope this time the California sunshine brings you happiness

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  3. Opulence of the Maserati variety seems obscene. Steal that car. Wear sunscreen.

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  4. Monte Carlo is a great city. I hope it will help you forget about your life in NY and LA.

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  5. Cali over here, West Side reprazent. i can see the invisible waterspouts in the second pic :) Malcolm McDowell was right, he was born to play that part in A Clockwork Orange.

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  6. Avy... your writing brings so much emotion up in me... always touching places I never new existed...

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  7. That last sentence is just unreal. A bird's nest heart indeed. I know that feeling, having the life knocked out of me by a person or even by just their smell. They hit you and it feels like a kiss. Gorgeous.

    Em
    Tightrope to the Sun

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  8. your writing is so good.love it x

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  9. The way you write is amazing, I love how you describe
    which strong feelings a smell or fragrance can evoke...

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  10. so goooood x
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  11. amazing pics dear!
    have a nice week,
    xoxo
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  12. so sad and so beautiful...why do sad and beautiful always have to come together?

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  13. The pictures are beautiful!
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