picture this, darlings – 7.35AM – walking (in the silver shoes) across the deserted beach – and SUDDENLY a huge tropical rainstorm breaks open the clouds and soaks us to the skin – we RUN through the palm trees swaying dangerously and head for the boardwalk and over to the art deco hotels and look for a place to eat breakfast and dry off……
…….heavens to Betsy.
and thank the gods for Robert G. Zuckerman.
who took this wondrous brooding and magnificent shot of David Bowie which we sat under (the print – Bowie himself, sadly, was not in South Beach having breakfast this morning – and despite living down the street from him in NYC, we never see him there either…….a deeply private man, we understand and nod approvingly with respect).
Robert’s work is so evocative and beautiful and thought-provoking and timely – and it’s all over the hotel on the different floors and in the lobby area and the breakfast lounge – so we spent a while drifting and looking and admiring and stopping and pausing and thinking.
a beautiful antidote to a tropical rainstorm.
see – even the rain has its necessary results – and not just for the beautiful flowers and the swimming pools…….
oh. darlings. the swimming pools in Miami are a dream unto themselves.
we’ve been feeling a certain sensation all day – and we realized what it was – it’s 1984 (not the book, the Year).
see – the Pool is straight out of a Duran Duran video.
the buildings are buttercup yellow and iced gem-pinks and Very Athena poster on one’s bedroom wall to stare at while doing Latin homework and wondering why on earth Jane Eyre didn’t get a better job than governess until someone explained women had Very Few Choices in Those Days and if geography is necessary then why do we have to talk about soil samples rather than La Vie Jet Set maps of Monte Carlo?
even our soundtrack today (while wandering through the Delano – isn’t That a sexy place and no mistake) was from 1984 – don’t you just Adore music from that year? shivery and thrilling and full of excitement at Life to come and the creatures beyond the Veil and all other strange feelings.
This Mortal Coil, 1984.
we are sure Robert G. Zuckerman would have some Tales to tell from 1984 and beyond – perhaps we’ll write to him and ask (you know we love writing to talented people)……but in the meantime, another one from his portfolio (it’s linked so do Click and see the rest on his site)
oh we Are having a lovely mini-break.
and almost unwinding as we type from the Big City Life back up North.