
TOMMY Her bedroom, a normal light-coloured teen-agers' bedroom. Only on the dressing table, two antiques. A big 100 years old mirror and a vase (same age). Usually the vase is empty. It was only once filled with flowers by her father, the time when she came back from Japan. Now, sometimes, by chance, a small item of underwear that she tosses away when she goes to bed, falls into it. So, the vase is not so important… Much more important is the mirror. Square and so strange… like a crystal door! Add to this a whole French perfume collection. Nothing else is on the dressing table besides this. Except… two American perfumes. These are her dolls. (She is still very good at playing with dolls.) Her favourite doll is the only one men’s perfume on the table. TOMMY. (Tommy Hilfiger.) She bought him a girl-friend on the plane, coming back from Japan, TOMMY GIRL. Tommy Girl is not so great. Fit much more for sportswear. Sometimes she carries Tommy Girl out with her to parties, or clubs, or discos. She's wearing sportswear much more lately. TOMMY and his girl-friend stay close together on her dressing table. Although she touches Tommy Girl quite often, she's afraid to touch TOMMY. Not because his girl- friend would be jealous, oh no! She is simply afraid of its past. (Where it came from, who touched it and who smelt of it.) TOMMY is not aware of that. It just stands there and waits to be touched, opened, smelled… It's quite tempting, you know… It happened yesterday. She couldn't help it. She came out from town, threw her clothes off and before getting dressed with her favourite sleeping T-shirt… Thought: “What if?…” They would do great together - “T-shirt and TOMMY. Coming from the same place, touched before by the same hands…” She did it quickly. Sprayed once the T-shirt and put TOMMY back in his box. Imagine the rest yourself… * Well, I think you've imagined enough. Shame on you!… January 14, 1999 © Florina Fabian If you'd like to tell me what you think of my work contact: florina@cygenesis.co.uk |
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TOMMY Her bedroom, a normal light-coloured teen-agers' bedroom. Only on the dressing table, two antiques. A big 100 years old mirror and a vase (same age). Usually the vase is empty. It was only once filled with flowers by her father, the time when she came back from Japan. Now, sometimes, by chance, a small item of underwear that she tosses away when she goes to bed, falls into it. So, the vase is not so important… Much more important is the mirror. Square and so strange… like a crystal door! Add to this a whole French perfume collection. Nothing else is on the dressing table besides this. Except… two American perfumes. These are her dolls. (She is still very good at playing with dolls.) Her favourite doll is the only one men’s perfume on the table. TOMMY. (Tommy Hilfiger.) She bought him a girl-friend on the plane, coming back from Japan, TOMMY GIRL. Tommy Girl is not so great. Fit much more for sportswear. Sometimes she carries Tommy Girl out with her to parties, or clubs, or discos. She's wearing sportswear much more lately. TOMMY and his girl-friend stay close together on her dressing table. Although she touches Tommy Girl quite often, she's afraid to touch TOMMY. Not because his girl- friend would be jealous, oh no! She is simply afraid of its past. (Where it came from, who touched it and who smelt of it.) TOMMY is not aware of that. It just stands there and waits to be touched, opened, smelled… It's quite tempting, you know… It happened yesterday. She couldn't help it. She came out from town, threw her clothes off and before getting dressed with her favourite sleeping T-shirt… Thought: “What if?…” They would do great together - “T-shirt and TOMMY. Coming from the same place, touched before by the same hands…” She did it quickly. Sprayed once the T-shirt and put TOMMY back in his box. Imagine the rest yourself… * Well, I think you've imagined enough. Shame on you!… January 14, 1999 © Florina Fabian If you'd like to tell me what you think of my work contact: florina@cygenesis.co.uk |
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