The Muse behind the June 2017 Calendar Illustration.
"We can safely say it's summer now!" said Eva, as she emerged onto the porch. The sun had only been up for an hour and Margot, Charlotte, Mineral, and Eva were congregating for breakfast. They had met in Madam Laurent's boarding school in the rural hills of Virginia when they were children. They did all the same activities quite as a coincidence: Cross country in the fall, Soccer in the spring, and yearbook all year round. While in school, their after-lights-out ritual in the Spring and Fall was to sneak through the windows in the Art wing onto the roof and watch the stars while their classmates were either snug in their beds or out causing other trouble. The roof was hardly a spot that was checked for wandering students past the daylight hours. Once they got caught by their yearbook advisor and were told if they fell he'd get in huge trouble. They promised not to do it again (while he was there.) Luckily that was their last year in school and no one had been the wiser about their rooftop meetings until the last few months.
As they sat on the roof in those days they would survey the countryside beyond and munch on chocolate from their teacher's snack drawer that was kept stocked specially for them. "See that house over there? I want to stay there," Eva would remark.
"Yeah," Mineral chimed in, "maybe when we've "made it."" she made exaggerated air quotes with her fingers.
"The flag at that house must be like, the size of an elephant," Charlotte said, about the flag that was lit up at night "I want a flag the size of an elephant."
Margot laughed, "That's a ridiculous system of measurement."
These days, the girls meet twice a year for a restorative weekend away in the most idyllic settings they can find. This weekend is a luxury bed and breakfast in the foothills of Virginia, close to their alma mater, although it's not the house with the elephant-sized flag, it neighbors it. The year was only six months old, but it had already been a big one for the quartet.
Eva was a free spirit. She given up her stake in the family's million dollar company four years ago to follow her passion as a Latin dance instructor. She was recently employed by the Ritz in Barcelona to teach classes to their regular guests, and had recently shot a documentary about the history of dance with the BBC. She had a string of admirers everywhere she went. Margot, Mineral, and Charlotte never tired of hearing the latest proposal stories-- the next always more heart wrenching and elaborate than the last. She'd just left for the weekend avoiding a Turkish Diplomat's phone calls, and was threatening to geta burn phone on account of him, but probably wouldn't.
Margot's party planning company had just overtaken the Party Pieces line (yes, as in Kate Middleton) as leading party planning company in the world. Rumor had it she was the exclusive resource for the American and French society's most elaborate parties. She'd recently acquireda set of Irish crystal she suspected had been sold on the black market. While her assistant looked into the case, Margot whisked the pieces down for the girls to drink orange juice from for the weekend. Her next party challenge was for a Ping Pong social club's first annual ball. It was going to be held in the Ty Warner suite in New York which posed several logistical issues. She was attempting to convince the manager that no ping pongs would damage the Pollack in the suite. The whole party theme was based on the Pollack and it just had to stay, it was too late to change it now! The other girls sympathized.
Mineral, who had arrived only earlier this morning to their weekend retreat,was late on the account of an emergency Thoracic Aortic dissection repair surgery. It is one of the most difficult surgeries to preform, but she did it successfully, every time. Her patient this time, had been none other than Frank Gehry, who had been crumpling hundreds of sheets of different types of paper, in effort to get the "perfect" crumpled aesthetic for a new project, when his assistant came in and immediately recognized the symptoms and rushed him to Mineral for surgery. As she rebuilt his blood vessels with a synthetic graft, she mused over his crumpled paper obsession. When he woke up, she had a stern talk with him about refraining from hitting his interns in the head with his paper wads, and perhaps rediscovering the beauty in classical architecture. He was surprisingly open to the idea.
Charlotte ran a high end fashion boutique in Milan, Paris, and New York. Her shoes were never appropriate for the activities at hand, and her sunglasses were always outrageously large. As she pulled up another chair to the table, she yawned. "Do they only have coffee here, I've given up coffee. I only drink Italian espresso now." All the girls were outfitted in Charlotte's exclusive collection that had been in partnership with Fortuny. She'd spent the last four months in Milan perfecting the cuts and colorways of the twin set, and her three best friends from high school were always her guinea pigs for these pieces.
Today, they were planning on horse back riding to the local vineyard for a wine tasting, and they were all on a strict no technology cleanse for the weekend. The Great Dane sized American flag began to flap in the wind, and Italian espresso was ordered. It was going to be a glorious June.
The Muse behind the June 2017 Calendar Illustration.