Soul mate.

img_1855I’m not very good at driving. In fact, I don’t have a driver’s license at all. If I had, I’d be in trouble. I really don’t get how you can drive a car that’s not a vintage Rolls-Royce. There really is no other car. That one made me jump out of the tram in Zurich on Bürkliplatz, a station I had never got off at before, I can’t remember where I wanted to go on that day, I forgot about time and place, I was drawn to irresistible beauty, to my soul mate, my other half with a motor, suddenly in front of me, out of the blue, there it was, to quote Ezra Pound, that car in the crowd, like a petal on a wet black bough. But I had seen this face before, a long time ago, I must have been twenty at the time, in Paris, at night, I was visiting friends, we were walking through the streets to get home after dancing at Les Bains-Douches, and there it was, at a street corner, parked as if its driver had no sense of geometry at all, like a baguette cut diamond jumping out of its setting, I was mesmerized, standing still in contemplation, getting left behind, not minding it, my mind was making itself at home in this car, I still am, although I still don’t have a driver’s license, nor a Rolls-Royce of my own, only an appropriate vintage coat to throw on its back seat.


2 thoughts on “Soul mate.

  1. How wonderful of you to write this. I didn’t learn to drive until I was 34 because of the unshakeable belief that I would be unsafe on the roads and inevitably kill someone. What an ordeal to learn later on, even if I did pass first time. But you obviously decided not to learn for aesthetic reasons, despising all these ugly modern cars, complete with all kinds of useless gadgets. So, I hope you can one day achieve your dream of owning a vintage Rolls, perhaps with an elegant Gucci-clad chauffeur to match your beautiful coat, although remember that Marcel Proust fell hopelessly in love with Alfred Agostinelli, his chauffeur and the model for Albertine, and even bought him a plane in which he crashed and was killed.

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  2. I had a license after 7 driving lessons only (in Germany, not in the US) but I never drove ever since. It never thought it was fun.
    But I was always fascinated by Hedi Slimane, who made his license very late after he moved to L.A. and bought a Rolls Royce right away as his first car ever. I vividly remember the black and white photos that he posted on his website years ago, taken by him from behind the stirring wheel, all you saw was the front of the car with the angel on it, on the road to Malibu. I was deeply impressed and took this as a lesson in REAL GLAMOUR!

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