She arrived via a friend with an interest in art modeling as therapy. Looking through the archive I can see the scars from her teenage cutting addiction and hear her protestation that she wasn't "beautiful enough" to have her picture taken. Over the course of a year we worked together repeatedly and her quirky take on physicality and her joy in being naked in the environment made her absolutely wonderful as a model.
I don't know whether the enthusiasm waned or if Real Life reared its head. She and her partner were starting a restaurant and her obsession with modeling might have run its course. I had seen her work with others in the community but one day her social media profiles were gone and the days stretched out after that and it turns out that was seven years ago. I went back to try to find a trace of her and she seems to have vanished into a physical reality that the internet cannot touch. I'm having dinner with the mutual friend who introduced us this weekend and perhaps she knows something.
I remember a girl from Banff whom I met one summer in Seattle. She was beautiful and we were young and we hung out for a week and she told me that she believed she was the reincarnation of Jimi Hendrix but she didn't know how to play guitar. We fell in love for five days and then she was gone, saying "come visit me in Canada" and that was all the information I ever had to find her. A slim brunette in Banff. I'm sure I knew her first name at the time but not her last. I never went to Banff but I did go to Boulder CO at the end of that summer and was introduced to a friend of a friend who I found just as irresistible and was just as in love with for the week we had together and then I got back on a train headed for California and we never spoke again. We were young and our parents had phone numbers. I never got hers. I didn't have one to offer.
