This girl spends her days at farmers markets and her nights at tablaos. It was Javier who first taught her how dance the flamenco, after sharing a carafe of Spanish wine on a balmy evening in Barcelona. On summer days, they play croquet and take occasional dips in the Mediterranean. For lunch, he grills mussels in their shells and drizzles them with béarnaise sauce–for dessert, she makes fresh raspberry tart and créme anglaise. They still love to dance, and tonight, this girl will slip on her new blue dress and sway to the rhythms of the Spanish guitar into the small hours.
text by Lauren Bledsoe