Nico from the Velvet Underground is as ubiquitous to me and growing up as cabs to NYC. I have a love hate relationship actually with the idea of her.
In some ways, she reminds me of what a horror my Mother was while incapacitated on dope and other mental indulgences, voluntary or not; but the transparency of her, all that melancholy and stoic emanation whether it was manipulated or not is identifiable for me on a not often visited level; but that's another tale entirely....
Ahh, to be sad and fatally gorgeous, there are worse fates. Nothing is more frightening than a woman with no secrets.
Oscar Ciutat: Caged.
