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Ann

Ann, originally uploaded by elefanterosado.

I met Ann at a coffee shop in Jersey City. Despite the incredibly casual environment, she was dressed in immaculate Chanel style for a mid day luncheon, reminding me very much in looks and style of my born-and-bred in Rye, New York grandmother. My grandmother who took me to the Colony Club in New York City when I was thirteen, and knew every nook and cranny of the upper east side.

But the first words I heard Ann speak would probably not have been uttered in Rye. At least not in public.

“This shitty soup is cold,” I heard her announce to her companion.

And right then and there I knew I had to shoot the beautiful, weathered face of this elegant, profane lady.

She was delighted.

She told us she had once been squired to dinner by Marlon Brando once. But because they were both married, his goodnight embrace was limited to a chaste peck on the cheek.

We asked where he had taken her.

“On The Waterfront,” she replied matter-of-factly.

But of course.

Comments

Comment from Kelly
Time December 8, 2009 at 6:35 am

Happy birthday miss Mary . Talk soon?

Comment from admin
Time December 8, 2009 at 10:39 am

thanks! yeah, let’s tawk!