me and múrki

we made a dent on the avenues. ran errands together. for a change. you can do this with certain people. i like being on her watch, sometimes. it's an approach. to time. i like her approach to a few things. i like the way she has x-ray vision. i like the way she knows things and i can't tell if she does. i like her opinion of art, contemporary art, contemporary photography, what's bullshit and what's not, i like how she shoots the ceilings of italian chapels and how she shoots women. i like that she also likes the ridiculous: cactus shapes made out of wool, cupcake classes, big red, plastic hearts. 'mmm.' in one store we came across mexican lotería goods. you know the ones - match boxes filled with dia de los muertos couples frying eggs, hands and hearts cut into tin, etc. i came across a mirror, a hand mirror, the kind that is more or less outdated, the kind that the woman with the long black hair sitting in the ray of light in Alvarez-Bravo's photograph ('Retrato De Lo Eterno') is maybe holding up to her timeless face. (in fact, it is much smaller than the one we saw). of the people i know and think of she was the only one who i could see having or using a hand-made hand mirror...rounded like an hour glass, with a chunky handle, and emblazoned with a long-haired sirena on the other side. i could see her, taking time, on some bench in brooklyn or in her mother's bathroom in italy or in someone's lucky photograph, with the hour glass mirror...or maybe it just goes along with her isms and her handkerchief collection, her pearl goods, her 1950s suitcase, her pace, her aesthetic, and that beautiful, gold, timeless face.