free floating
Miss Wild, who thus changed her name so as to compensate for her Catholic upbringing, hammered into her young body by her newly converted parents, who moved to Canada from Iran and wanted to start there afresh, told me she saw herself as a free floating cosmic spirit, violently pulled down to Earth by the scandal of her birth. That night she opened to me a secret garden in the centre of London, to which she somehow, from someone, got the keys. Imagine yourself as the one you want to be, regardless of the given conditions - every day, many times a day, quietly always. Nothing has so many connective connections. Nothing creates as much and as easy, and as stunningly right, as this.













