Here the theme places itself under the quarantine of a looking-glass. Lips and lip-sticks, hairstyles and eye-shades: a hairpin beams with the smile of a slovenly woman who calls the anarchic fingers of cosmetics as witnesses to her sad history. A saccharine Lucifer is at the helm; scudding across the glass of the open sea, he sweeps New York away with a mast; the night is mild and the breakfast skipped by carnival dreams and fashion runways deep down in the fifties makes the morning.
Seven Windows Fronting the Courtyard of Gundulić Street
first window
second window
third window
fourth window (macrobiotic animal)
fifth window
sixth window
seventh window
second window
third window
fourth window (macrobiotic animal)
fifth window
sixth window
seventh window
AuthorBranko Čegec