B enedetta Barzini has sixty-seven years and I can not tell if he is showing. It did not matter: the charm of her is elsewhere and come out slowly, even in his absence, even a few days later.
the meeting to a conversation to London College of Fashion downtown, in a classroom on the second floor of an anonymous building.
When I arrive she is not there yet and the only image I have of Benedetta Barzini is a photo in black and white Richard Avedon: her thin, very thin, sharp eyes, his right arm behind your head and your right hand on left shoulder, wearing a huge bracelet, a transparent cube.
Since the photo dates from the seventies I have no idea how it will be now, the traces of time on the face and body tell me is still a fashion icon (thanks to those shots and Avedon Irving Penn ).
So every woman who enters the classroom of the conference do the test of time and not only ... analyze the look of everyone present!
fashion, his seductive power that triggers the imagination and I do judge people, especially in a context that is close to glamorous as the one where I am.
I pantyhose blacks in a honeycomb pattern of the curator, the tubular skirt that encumbers the walk to the server, the white t shirt of a boy (in fact it is very hot), wearing the Borsalino Gaia , the intellectual (perhaps) with the pastel-striped scarf that wants to make conversation ... a woman of a certain age with gray hair blacks, collected by the tail, the wrinkles of age, no makeup, a long-sleeved shirt, a waistcoat, trousers and shoes very experienced, even those with wrinkles, hoarse voice but not too much, rather than on bass sinking a bit 'when you high, I would say a smoker ... according to stereotypes a radical-chic, according anagrafe Benedetta Barzini.
She has been the fashion at the moment of transition between the ' haute couture and pret-à-porter , and she all that time and after speaking with the glory of not survived, but with a kind of aware of disenchantment, without the complacency of the experience, rather than a slight pain.
He says that the model is a working person and she was in fact a dumb thing, a mannequin who obeyed the fury of the photographers, the "gimme the look" , act and move in all that no one shot was so true portray the real *.
At one point the phone rang and then no longer needed to rebuild a life and a profession. The risk, those who run many models and they fall into, is no longer separated from fiction, but always be a shiny cover flat.
E 'became a journalist (I think thanks to the family), feminist activist and communist, now a university professor, argues that the lot is by chance, was undoubtedly successful.
struck me hear you say that after leaving the fashion industry has begun " to become a good person" and "no longer a dumb piece of paper" . Too bad
Djurdjevi Bartlett has not been able to moderate the meeting of digging deeper into the life of Blessed , its political choices, his ideas of teaching "by chance", interested in sociology and anthropology of fashion.
I can only imagine the difficulty of giving a personal sense the emptiness of that world, the emptiness of those who have lived in, the dis-humanity that even irony can win. Despite the fame, despite the money.
As he speaks and says to herself than to us, the hands move nerve cells, playing with plastic cup and the cap of the bottle, eye drop, then relax and, like the wrinkles almost disappear. When
exchange a few words with Benedetta, greeting , she returns something with the look, maybe herself, her mystery, of what she knows, what is ignored.
Esco to Oxford Street that is dark, the windows in the spring summer collection of Zara : the mannequins wearing the same wig smooth, brown ... cheap.
I realize that everyone, consciously or not, we wonder what lies beneath the dress, ours and others, and we are all terrified by the possible answer. The
between
* Benjamin's son, however, try to do a portrait here.
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