Lorien & A Waning SummerTuesday, September 02, 2014
I met Lorien on the beach around 1978. She was the girlfriend of my hairdresser. I took some pictures of her. She was sweet and soft-spoken. Like many people in those days she smoked cigarettes but she did so in a long Holly Golightly holder. A private dick of the noir era would have said, “This dame has class.”
Quite a few years later her former boyfriend told me that Lorien had answered a newspaper ad by a Victoria painter who was looking for a big breasted woman to pose for a book cover, something to do with a noir private eye. Lorien picked up sticks and was off.
Around 1989 I had to go to Victoria to take photographs for a BC text book being published by Douglas & McIntyre. While walking downtown I ran into Lorien who invited me to her house to meet the painter. I remember we had very good spaghetti. And that was the end of it.
In the last few days of August I noticed that I could no longer sleep on the bed undraped. This is one of the pleasures of the tropics and just for a few weeks we can enjoy the simulacrum in the city of the cyan skies. I now long for next summer. In some way Lorien’s pictures have been able to put a gentle halt of this waning summer.