Someone said that Flora was such an 'old soul': I feel the same about my friend Rosalind. Because 'everyone' was shooting her at fashion week, and she was hanging out with us, I somehow forgot to shoot her - and on the day I did, I forgot to go thru the photos. And when I did, it struck me once again what a truly old fashioned girl she is. The same age as Flora - 16 - that magic age when one minute you're still a girl, the next you're as grown up a woman as you'll ever be. I was on a bus not that long ago and suddenly saw myself as a very old woman: invisible. And at the same time, I had a flash of being 19, away from my family and my friends and especially, my love at the time: he was in Hawaii, and I was in Copenhagen, far from home. And I had felt, on a bus going home to my Danish family, as old, as wise, as eternal, as I feel today at times. That flash of memory, that synapse of time. Life, as an old school friend said recently, when filling me in on her life, goes by in the blink of an eye.
I don't want to gush too much about Roz: I already have quite a bit and besides, it might go to her head. But I must say it's a funny old friendship - our difference in age is so vast, but, like with my friends in their 80s and even 90s, we think alike about what matters, I feel.
Tinted these, but, like Dorothy in Kansas, my next post will, I predict, burst into colour.