While looking for photos of Barcelona, I stumbled upon this shot of my brother, Jon, taken a lifetime ago.
I don't remember why we were in a studio. I think we took it with my camera, on timer. He might be out @ my mom's beach house this weekend, with my BFF and niece, Scarlett. Talk about hotel rooms: he's a musician and spends much of his life on tour, in gorgeous hotels. He's also a great photographer. I wish he could do a book, call it Airports I Have Known (he's been around the world countless times, but mostly sees backstage or is up in the air), but because he works with some pretty high profile people, he respects their privacy. And I respect his.
Looking back at this shot.. I remember that belt so well. The most buttery soft leather, with a silver buckle like a piece of jewelry. It was a real Fendi, that I bought full price with my own money, in the Fendi shop in Florence, or perhaps, Rome. The logo was stamped in the silver. I loved that belt. It's been driving me mad, at times: I can't find it anywhere in London. I know I wouldn't have given it away. I always wonder if it's in that storage unit that was moved to some remote part of England, that we haven't cracked into in 13 years. I wonder if it feels abandoned, sitting there with assorted stuff, day after lonely day. I wonder if it's given up all hope. I hope it knows how much I love it. Someday, I believe in my heart, we will be reunited.