It was the words from the Shakespearean sonnet that Martha remembered: store with loss and loss with store, as she awoke after Oscar night.
She was trying to see the filling, emptying and refilling of her life over the last decade.
She was a Manhattan native, third generation, with a hefty legacy from her paternal grandparents. A new college grad, with the impossible to get job working at the Leo Castelli Gallery. It was there that she'd met Sean on one of his deal-making trips from the London Art scene. In those days, Castelli showed all of the American and European conceptual artists, had begun developing the new downtown New York realists and as an Italian had decades worth of contacts. Sean had come to broker some deals for newly rich " City" clients, like Wall Street heavies who wanted to collect art, search for tan trophy wives and find a way to flaunt it all. Sean had the crisp Jermyn Street purple oxford shirt tucked into khakis, Italian loafers, no socks. After time in Soho, he was heading to the Hamptons for more cultivating and smoozing. But it was something about the accent, the wispy curls, the raw promotion that made Martha fall teetering over into a chasm that would take her ten years to come out of.
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I love the filling, emptying and refilling of her life. Love also the description of Sean - his look is perfect! In very few words, you give us the headiness of Martha's life at the time. And we never question why she would fall into that chasm.
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