Wednesday, October 5, 2011
works cited: dress c/o ruche; j. crew boots and belt; necklace collar from etsy (olive & a); bag c/o out of print
When I was growing up, we had an enormous white car with leather seats that would get piping hot in the summer and your legs would stick to them after swim lessons. My parents, both avid readers themselves, nicknamed it "the white whale." It was only when I read Moby-Dick many years later that I came to appreciate the name fully and to draw other parallels between car and whale--for example, Ahab's monomaniacal search for the meaning of life vis-a-vis the whale compared to my father's frantic search for the car in parking lots. The car was as dear to us then as my bicycle is to me now (even though I rarely lose it in a parking lot and don't often stick to the leather saddle). My love for Melville, however, persists.