It was her first trip there and a dream come true. For her though, nothing was really a novelty because she had visited every place in New York, so many times, in movies, books, magazines, video clips, etc. that it was all pretty much engraved in her mind already.
Departure from Lisbon was peaceful. She had a long way ahead of her and the prospect of the many hours flying kept her emotions controlled. During the flight her concentration broke she was unable to eat, sleep or read. Her mind busy constructing and deconstructing fantasies...
This was suppose to be a work thing with a bonus – a big bonus because she had been granted permission to stay for a week on the cause of a two hour meeting for a contract that had already been decided anyway, her merit mind you. But a few weeks ago the stakes had gone really high…
Internet was her playground of election since debut working days after college. First the yahoo chats and a trip to posh Hungary with her girlfriend. After that came a series of MSN friends, a few blind dates and drinks at controlled environments, nothing more. The many hours online gave her the notion that every guy in the blue nowhere was either very ugly or very unfit in any possible way. Those she met turned out, as a rule, exactly what she wasn't looking for. Still she kept coming back for more. At times a particularly interesting subject would come along and put up a fight be in the end he could never live up to her expectation, or his own for a fact.
…Strange masks we put on to lure others into out web… step into my parlour, said the spider to the fly…
Either because people were trapped in boring activities or because they couldn't engage in other more fulfilling, the net was a great place for pretending to live a life of interest and glamour. Lately there was this thing called personal networking. Using 'the place for friends sites for boosting profiles had made it easy to find stars in the making, hungry for attention wannabes and the occasional genuine article.
Anyway, who was she kidding while digressing in this analysis? She was average enough herself, trapped in an often boring work and incapable of engaging in other more fulfilling activities, oh yeah she was l-a-z-y …
Him, on the contrary is a young successful model (well, a young successful everything!), and a great photographer on the making. Full of stars in his eyes. A wonderful kid when growing up, a straight A student, an angel face and the body of a well succeeded rapper. Perfection. Unreachable. Immune to the usual witty approach wouldn't react to any direct compliment. But he had been awake by politics, sociology, civil and human rights and the discussion of racial discrimination. Oh well, let it be known, our heroin can discuss that too, if it comes to it. It took her time and patience, God knows she had plenty of the first and little of the last, but the guy was so worth it. She was worth it… give to the universe and the universe will give you back in the same amount, bla, bla, bla…
La Guardia was such a disappointment, customs control, September never ending, boooooooring… but the hotel was something to recall. All was well in the world again. 9 O'clock sharp, after a 5 hours flight, 2 hours of customs procedures, a smelly taxi and hotel check-in she was absolutely ready for breakfast.
He was such a gentleman. Instead of sitting in the lobby, implying she would be late, he was standing at the front desk, jacket on and the neck scarf just a little undone on cause of the heating. He was gorgeous; smiled so affectionately that she smiled back unaware of the fact her face had lit from sheer unexpected happiness. She was ready to face any weather, traffic jam or smoke filled cafeteria!
The deal was for breakfast, just a friendly thing between two strangers in the real world who had happened to bump each other on the web.
But them he offered her his arm and they walked to his nearby home and studio. A trendy place, contemporary with a vintage touch. High ceilings and iron framed windows, polished floorboards and the faint smell of the fresh white paint. Designer furniture, scarce and well-chosen pieces of extremely good taste; a huge and eclectic CD collection, an electric bass guitar and amp; a huge black sofa, backed by the park view and every fixture and appliance a serious photographer would need. Cliché?
Breakfast was served. A genuine man prepared breakfast. Cold toasts, butter, milk and coffee, croissants. No sugar and no napkins.
Talking was easy.
Time passed.
An assistant, a girl model, a make-up artist and a hairdresser all gathered for the function. It was fascinating she had to admit it. The model was gifted and a pro, everyone knew his/her part. Three hours of intense work, not many words exchanged and he would take her picture every now and then always surprising her in her contemplative adoration of the scenario he completed.
He knew her as Noir.
=^.^=
Departure from Lisbon was peaceful. She had a long way ahead of her and the prospect of the many hours flying kept her emotions controlled. During the flight her concentration broke she was unable to eat, sleep or read. Her mind busy constructing and deconstructing fantasies...
This was suppose to be a work thing with a bonus – a big bonus because she had been granted permission to stay for a week on the cause of a two hour meeting for a contract that had already been decided anyway, her merit mind you. But a few weeks ago the stakes had gone really high…
Internet was her playground of election since debut working days after college. First the yahoo chats and a trip to posh Hungary with her girlfriend. After that came a series of MSN friends, a few blind dates and drinks at controlled environments, nothing more. The many hours online gave her the notion that every guy in the blue nowhere was either very ugly or very unfit in any possible way. Those she met turned out, as a rule, exactly what she wasn't looking for. Still she kept coming back for more. At times a particularly interesting subject would come along and put up a fight be in the end he could never live up to her expectation, or his own for a fact.
…Strange masks we put on to lure others into out web… step into my parlour, said the spider to the fly…
Either because people were trapped in boring activities or because they couldn't engage in other more fulfilling, the net was a great place for pretending to live a life of interest and glamour. Lately there was this thing called personal networking. Using 'the place for friends sites for boosting profiles had made it easy to find stars in the making, hungry for attention wannabes and the occasional genuine article.
Anyway, who was she kidding while digressing in this analysis? She was average enough herself, trapped in an often boring work and incapable of engaging in other more fulfilling activities, oh yeah she was l-a-z-y …
Him, on the contrary is a young successful model (well, a young successful everything!), and a great photographer on the making. Full of stars in his eyes. A wonderful kid when growing up, a straight A student, an angel face and the body of a well succeeded rapper. Perfection. Unreachable. Immune to the usual witty approach wouldn't react to any direct compliment. But he had been awake by politics, sociology, civil and human rights and the discussion of racial discrimination. Oh well, let it be known, our heroin can discuss that too, if it comes to it. It took her time and patience, God knows she had plenty of the first and little of the last, but the guy was so worth it. She was worth it… give to the universe and the universe will give you back in the same amount, bla, bla, bla…
La Guardia was such a disappointment, customs control, September never ending, boooooooring… but the hotel was something to recall. All was well in the world again. 9 O'clock sharp, after a 5 hours flight, 2 hours of customs procedures, a smelly taxi and hotel check-in she was absolutely ready for breakfast.
He was such a gentleman. Instead of sitting in the lobby, implying she would be late, he was standing at the front desk, jacket on and the neck scarf just a little undone on cause of the heating. He was gorgeous; smiled so affectionately that she smiled back unaware of the fact her face had lit from sheer unexpected happiness. She was ready to face any weather, traffic jam or smoke filled cafeteria!
The deal was for breakfast, just a friendly thing between two strangers in the real world who had happened to bump each other on the web.
But them he offered her his arm and they walked to his nearby home and studio. A trendy place, contemporary with a vintage touch. High ceilings and iron framed windows, polished floorboards and the faint smell of the fresh white paint. Designer furniture, scarce and well-chosen pieces of extremely good taste; a huge and eclectic CD collection, an electric bass guitar and amp; a huge black sofa, backed by the park view and every fixture and appliance a serious photographer would need. Cliché?
Breakfast was served. A genuine man prepared breakfast. Cold toasts, butter, milk and coffee, croissants. No sugar and no napkins.
Talking was easy.
Time passed.
An assistant, a girl model, a make-up artist and a hairdresser all gathered for the function. It was fascinating she had to admit it. The model was gifted and a pro, everyone knew his/her part. Three hours of intense work, not many words exchanged and he would take her picture every now and then always surprising her in her contemplative adoration of the scenario he completed.
He knew her as Noir.
=^.^=
