This shot of Marisa.
Edited by Steven Meisel. ( sound effect of something huge dropping )
Oooh, yeah…I can see that. Very frizzy, yeah. Orlando could fix that. Do want me to call him for you?
Four covers, seven eyes.
Jeanloup Sieff captured M. B. here. J.S. is a personal favorite of mine. Click Marisa and browse his website. Inspiration follows shortly.
Ok, so… A while back, I was graciously invited to a delicious dinner at the home of Donna D’Cruz and Tom Silverman – both of whom resonate very highly on the frequency of goodness – and who should be the surprise guest but Marisa Berenson herself? Immediately I filed my excitement for later and sat down next to her where I remained for the evening. She talks often about energies and invisible attractions. We had one going in about thirty seconds. I didn’t know that Elsa Schiaparelli was her grandmother. Oops. She informed me. Ok, so now I know.
The conversation with Marisa was easy but not routine. We share many interests and oddly, experiences. She is sharp as a tack and as genuine as a flawless D ideal cut diamond. She sparkles. Her magic is real. Realizing that re-affirmed so many wonderful things about being here, being an artist, being concerned with beauty…well…the list of sparks she lit within my creative mind that night is a very long one, indeed.
A muse. Amusing. Uncanningly radiant… and real.
whoa. Face! Shutting down the category.