Nico

She is beautiful. And in a world where so much can easily be possessed on a whim or for a promise, she is unpossessable. She has a clear, pure ring, a trueness, like an arrow that has hit an inner mark and can’t be wedged loose. Her voice and her manner, that stretch farther into the past than perhaps she realizes, may set the new style: an existential pop style that is as earthy as Mary Travers (Peter, Paul & Mary) yet more elegant, more solated. Her name is Nico. I don’t know where she was born, how old she is or anything about her life as a model in Paris, an actress in Rome, a beat in lbiza or a member of the Velvet Underground I could easily find out. But l’d rather not. All that was yesterday.