Joan Didion in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park in April 1967. Photo by Ted Streshinsky.
One of the sexiest faces I’ve ever seen.
I imagine her attention falling to me, just for a moment, in this crowd, out on the street. I feel her size me up, a knowing critical gaze. Is she instantly writing my story behind those eyes?
She finds me…acceptable.
It’s enough.
Currently re-reading Slouching Towards Bethlehem.