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      July

      17

      2012

      Margot

      This is Margot.  She writes to me today from her dad’s place in Giverny where she spends her weekends…
      She is my oldest friend, but we were separated for most of our lives after we both moved away (me to Texas and Margot to Paris).  When I finally saw her again last year it was as if we had never been apart.  She said “But you are exactly the same, Biqui!”  I moved into the flat across from hers.

      July

      17

      2012

      Olivia James

      Olivia James, The artists’ muse who falls in love with every genius she meets.  When I first met her, it was Adrien Girard, the New York artist (known in the innermost circles as the “last pseudo realist”).  He once projected her image into the city train tunnels using a system of near invisible holograms.  Occasionally someone would glance up from their newspaper and loose their breath at the sight of her.  She writes to me now from Havana where she models for Henri Baur, the French figure painter.  He is, as Olivia says, the “only one”.
      When Olivia is in Paris, she lives in the flat just above mine.  She is my regular model and I mostly pay her in dresses.  I found the fabric for her Havana dress at the Porte de Vanves market and based the fit on my favorite vintage classic, but added length length length for her.  She needed that “glamour from every corner of the world look” that only a long dress can provide.