we were surrounded by a common sight at carnival, men in drag. but one in particular had me stop dead in the crowd.
as we were being pushed along in the blocco, I felt a slight chill and quiet in the air, as a beautiful man, seemingly on points floated past. it took me a moment to realise, but this vision of beauty was dressed and made up as the black swan. the resemblence was not perfect, but the persona and mood as we locked eyes was magical.
I was reminded of a time when my sister and I were at the Venice carnival some eleven years ago. when on a deserted street two men in cloaks floated past us with giant moon faces. again it was as if the whole of Venice stopped still and silent for them.
these moments always amaze me, that we can find such calm and serenity amongst such chaos and confusion.
[image found on zeenie2005.blogspot.com]
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