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255 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2016










The lasting impression of that week, the first thing I still remember about it after all these years, isn’t sleeping with Vince. It’s the Mapplethorpe print in that little gallery. That photo made me realize what a thin line we walk between being lost and really alive. That was the dance, that was what the title “Couple Dancing” meant to me. The dance was the combination of beauty, confusion, and chaos that makes life interesting. But you could see from the faces of the subjects in the picture, having one element out of balance can drive us slowly and completely mad, even in the arms of someone we love. Oddly enough, life is the most beautiful, the most fulfilling when we’re the closest to that line between lost and alive.
The attic was a glimpse into what the world was like at different points in the past—what people dressed like, what they found beautiful, how they viewed life. As one of the first fashion houses of the 1900s, photos of Môti collections started to appear in Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar as early as the late teens. Môti clothed the elite of post war Europe, showing up on everyone from wandering Russian aristocracy to jazz hall starlets and British expats.
I’ve listened to people talk about Paris, either directly to me or in overheard conversations, and the sense of mysticism is universal, though some smile happily when they talk about memories of Paris and others seem to wane and grow smaller, as if eclipsed by some trace of fear or passion. Paris finds what is deep inside us and steers us on a path towards it, for she is the goddess of coincidence. We can bury what we like, but things have a way of surfacing on their own there, as the city brings people together on the wind of chance encounters.
I was not who I had built myself to be. I was someone else. Luca had awakened that, and now it would never rest.



