“When I think of those years, I think of the happiness, the empty streets around North 1st, summer days on the roof, your voice from the dark room shouting out stories … I remember a party you gave crashed by people, who were so beautiful from everywhere, filling the street with dance until dawn; rides in the old Cadillac; boats passing; the old flamenco player; all the fun we had taking photos, making films, helping each other. You say, ‘when I think of you then, everyday was a new adventure‘.”
No Footsteps Remain: Letter to Mara Catalan by Laura Waddington (Photo by Mara Catalan)