My beat noir is now
, Broadway. North Beach
Why haven’t I returned to the glittering graveyard that was the
of my past life? Hollywood
Well, the L.A. that I used to haunt and hustle of fifty years since, no longer spins its’ allure over me.
L.A. is all xeroxed insouciance and shamour, a dolled up, cosmeticised death...
It ain’t my neighbourhood no more.
So I’ve shifted up a couple of degrees north for a more gothicised clime:
. San Francisco
It’s also the Bay City where that perfume ether of that Shadow Bride of mine, for whom I still wait, is the
strongest in this present life.
And I sense she dangles a little bit of her veil here, her marble skin sculptured in the fog swirl, amplified by the dolant fragrance
of Lily of the Valley parfum.
© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011
From his multimedia dvd / E-Book “MY SHADOW BRIDE"
Photo: Elfes / Vargas