While we were in New York in the spring time, Daniel went to Chicago for a few days, to visit one of his best and most long-standing friends, Clara.
They’ve known each other since they were in their tiny teens, and even though she’s been in America for years for her studies, they still get together every now and then on skype to drink whiskey, each on their side of the Atlantic, and discuss economics and politics, as well as more personal stuff. (She’s going to Yale in the fall for her PhD in political science)
On an almost, but not entirely unrelated subject, Clara is also, in some way, responsible for the fact that Daniel and I are together; or, in any case, that we didn’t leave each other at the first bump in the road, some ten years ago.
When my first bout of doubts came along after about ten days of being together (“aaagh! This is going way too well! He must be a psycho! How do I get rid of him now!?”) he actually heard it in my voice over the phone, and consequently used the oldest trick in the book: playing it cool and feigning disinterest. Of course, that worked like a spell.
Asking him about it later, he said that this was pure strategy, something that he picked up from his talks with Clara, about girls and boys and relationship trouble: always give a girl the space she needs. Now that’s wise advice indeed. (And obviously, also works the other way round)
I don’t know if this has anything to do with it, but I love these portraits he took of her, while strolling on the beach of Lake Michigan. Bright woman. Great light. Beautiful photos. What more can you want?