My modelling career is long over, but last night when my good friend Sonia Gray called me out of the crowd to model the stunning coat Lorde wore for Rolling Stone magazine, to raise money for young women’s mental health, I took a deep breath and said “of course!”
17th October, 2014 @ The Tuning Fork, Auckland, NZ
“I can’t give you one favorite book. How ‘bout five?” I say, squeezing my beer bottle for inspiration.
“Nope. Cheating. You gotta give me one.” Willy Vlautin – award winning author and alt-country superstar – rocks back and forth on his toes and smiles a smile that stretches like telephone lines from his eyes to his chin. My carriages are momentarily uncoupled.
The term ‘mindfulness’ had been invading everything I read like a persistent two-year-old tugging at my t-shirt. Eventually, I’d acquiesced and looked up the term on Google:
“Does she go on the stage and sing songs for children?” Georgia asks.
“Not really. She’s more on TV and in movies for adults, not kids,” I say.
“Adult movies, Mama?”
Jez raises an eyebrow.
Here in Spain I’ve been overwhelmed by the most delicious, passionate connection – not once, but twice. And, although he was with me both times, I’m reluctant to say the connection was not with my husband.
“Home was the place you lived now, the place you lived then, the place you came from, the place you went to. The place you want to be at the end of the day, when your feet are tired and you want something hot for dinner.”
– Queen of Beauty by Paula Morris.
“This building,” I say pointing to the stunning verandah-ed manor lounging across a whole block of the main square of Tamariu, “someone’s home? Una casa?”
The waiter’s wonky eyes brighten and he nods “Si, casa.”