"I only met Tamara de Lempicka because I needed a hundred francs. This was sixteen years ago. I had just learned that if I had a black dress with a white collar, I could take over my flatmate's department store job. In 1927, you could get a bed or a bicycle for three hundred francs; one hundred was a fair price to pay for a ready-made dress, but I didn't have it."
"Every day I posed for Beautiful Rafaela, I experienced the same thing. First, the simple strangeness of being naked in a place not designed for nudity. Being naked in a room whose other inhabitants was clothed. Being naked in a room with windows, even if no one could see into the room from the outside. A separate shock: being naked in a room with windows open to every stir of summer breeze. Then, as I moved into the pose, I felt two separate waves of lust: one of myself, just wanting the workday to be over so I could drag Tamara off to bed; the second, oddly, as the woman in the painting. The glow from the window fell plumb down my body from sternum to navel until the front slab of my ribcage became a hot slam of light to the eye. The more I arched my back, the deeper that light fell across me, and the louder the voice of the painting purred in my throat: aren't I beautiful?"
The photo was taken in the beautiful Ceainaria Infinitea.
The photo was taken in the beautiful Ceainaria Infinitea.
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