The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

When Models Were Models #13

Carmen Dell'Orefice


Dysthymiac said...

She did her own make-up, and hair, wore her own hosiery and shoes.
She toted around a huge bag containing light color shoes, and gloves, and hair accessories, and did it all alone.
Models these days are rubbish when 15 stylists create them out of a scruff who arrives at the studio with unwashed hair, and they get paid ridiculous money.
Linda Evangelista is the only 'real model of the old school type' working today.

Iron Chef Kosher! said...

Carmen dell'Orifice is STILL beautiful today! Gives one hope for the future, it does... :-)