the lunar night
the screw that lit the moon
out on a dark night
far far from home
A met a rather well dressed man at a coffee shop in Amsterdam a few years ago. His name
was Rafael Santini.
He gave me a business card after he asked me what I was drawing on bar coaster with a friend.
I said, " A drawing of a pipe and bottle of beer, the pipe's gone but the beer is still here."
He smiled and said he liked it. "Good ink work."
I looked at his card and below his name was printed in a very flowery script 'Panty Trader.'
I asked him about that,, "I sell lingerie to the ones that never shop in stores, they can't, they're
too famous and if they do the photographers are everywhere. You can imagine why they refrain.
So I go to their homes for fittings. My father started the business in the 1960s. His first client was
Jane Fonda when she making Barberella."
He took a toke off his cigarette and held the smoke in and after many seconds blew a series of
smoke rings that danced across the room.
"I saw that film, she was in fine form in those days."
I thought that could be pretty good work if you can get it.
"She still is, I was just at her flat in New York City last month."
With that I smirked, "Well I always liked ol'Jane, Hanoi Jane."
He looked at me a bit odd, "Ohh she hates that term."
Then he asked if I had ever drawn on silk. I said I am not sure.
"You should consider trying and show me, maybe we can do some business. Maybe something sexy and frilly.
I will be back here tomorrow, around the same time, but now I have an appointment with lady on the Lightsplein.
A actress of some renown, she acted in a string of those old slasher films of the 1990s, but
always the victim I am sad to say."
He laughed and continued, "She is starting a film in Vienna and needs my assistance."
I handed him the drawing of the pipe and the beer.
"For you, and tell me about the actress and what she orders."
He took the bar coaster and slipped it into his breast pocket of the dark suit jacket.
He gestured he would with a nod of his head, then turned and motioned to the bartender, "I'd like to buy these two a round of beers." He threw down a couple bills and then headed out the door into the light of the day.
I grabbed another bar coaster and handed it to my friend.
"You start, I'll go round up the drinks."
No matter what you do, another round will always keep the drawings going.