I found her (them) at the Bike Shed in London while Patrick was trying new trousers on. I was having my soy cappuccino on the couch and under the table there were some magazines. She was featured in the Review issue of the Guardian. What caught my attention was the stated fact that she is the basis of a poet-character in Transparent.
Well, I was in London and, like for the past 6 months, I wasn't taking any photo. Overwhelmed by the anxiety of showing off I prefer to stay in the shadow and hide (from social media). What I realized in these days is that I miss to keep some kind of record for myself (and Patrick).
Looking this morning at Eileen Myles website was a strong reminder in that direction.
Sandrine, Betty and Giacomo. Modigliani, the Tate, the swings and the rain. Wine, bad mexican food and a splash of dirty water from the puddle into my mouth. Walking from Islington to Piccadilly to Covent Garden: Sir John Soane's Museum is closed but we find the park of our first date, when we wondered about each other sexuality. Huber, jeans and plastic plates, don't forget the wine and... Giacomo! Betty and Francesco and Taiwanese dinner, how good to be around a table with Patrick and my friends and Giacomo too. The drive back and Giacomo that stays on the cab.
On Sunday we spot Giacomo from Sir John Soane's living room window, he is in the park where I first dated Patrick, smoking a cigarette and waving hello under his hoodie. I wish I had taken his picture.
We eat poached eggs and say goodbye.
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