Italian State of Mind

April 23rd, 2008
I took this photo in Italy about a year and half ago. It was almost dusk. The view, which you can’t see, was of a deep aqua pool in the foreground and stretched out beyond, stone houses nestled in terraced fields all the way to the horizon. When you’re in a moment like that, it goes by so fast that you almost can’t appreciate it. You think, here I am in Italy in this Edenic landscape, with a glass of wine and the sun setting and throwing theatrical shadows across the grass, and then poof it’s over. I may never get another trip to Italy but when I look at this photo, I imagine what I would do if I could have that late afternoon in Tuscany back again, if I could sit in that chair once more:

* Listen to “I’m Getting Sentimental Over You,” the record that kept playing in The Garden of the Finzi-Continis, a movie that never fails to break my heart.

* drink chilled Prosecco with rasperries in it

* have big Jackie O sunglasses perched on my head

* wear rumpled white pants, a white tshirt and Jo Malone’s lime/basil perfume

* write something completely profound on my wrist and wake up the next morning and wonder what the hell I meant.