Here’s to a summer on the French Riviera

“Nicole Diver, her brown back hanging from her pearls, was looking through a recipe book for chicken Maryland. She was about twenty-four, Rosemary guessed- her face could have been described in terms of conventional prettiness, but the effect was that it had been made first on the heroic scale with strong structure and marking, as if the features and vividness of brow and coloring, everything we associate with temperament and character had been moulded with Rodinesque intention, and then chiseled away in the direction of prettiness to a point where a single slip would have irreparably diminish its force and quality. With the mouth the sculptor had taken desperate chances- it was the cupid’s bow of a magazine cover, yet it shared the distinction of the rest. “Are you here for a long time?” Nicole asked. Her voice was low, almost harsh.” F. Scott. Fitzgerald “Tender is the night”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *