Mrs. De Ponte a Cool Girl

“In New York, you, the center of a battalion of crazy idealists, owners only of their present, living a “i don’t know what” of nights of eternal playfullness .You left in your endeavor  to get everything on film under the blue and diaphanous Hawaiian lands”

They were my friends in the big apple, photographers, makeup artists, painters, film directors, owners of art galleries, many, many artists in search of anything and at the same time looking for nothing. Life passed in the midst of nocturnal disturbances and illusions that fed our interminable chats. There Paige appeared, a woman of uncontrollable energy, confident and determined, dedicated to making inconsequential films, of fluid and delicious conversation. On some of those endless nights she wanted to immortalize her naked breasts and then … she looked at me.