Sublime

address books. It was amazing that during this time Jacaranda didn’t make any lifelong enemies. She would go to the Bamboo Café every night and ask movie producers, “Are you really casting Cher as Medea?” Or to her artist friends she’d say, “Kurt Schwitters already did that. Twice.”

he’d met a gorgeous young Nicaraguan woman, a diplomat’s daughter named Bianca. He’d taken hundreds of pictures of her, and the Polaroids of the woman who later became Mick Jagger’s wife hung all over the apartment.

A blonde girl with Estonian slanting green eyes and high, wide cheekbones made an English teacher apologize in front of an entire class for telling her to be quiet during a test—her pout was devastating and tragic and universally personal.

Naomi Gleit

Éléna était différente. Elle était du même calibre que ces femmes actives que l’on rencontre à Londres, Paris ou New York. Elle n’avait pas besoin d’un homme pour assurer sa subsistance, et encore moins pour avoir une meilleure image d’elle-même.

Up close, her expression—when she wasn’t smiling—gave people the impression that she was brand-new—a child, almost. When she smiled, her perfect white teeth slashed the air with sudden beauty, giving her a glow of confidence that smacked of rude invincibility.