Blondie
As a kid I was always under the impression that my uncles were really bad at hiding the porn magazines they used to buy every month. To do it in a proper way was probably not important for them at all, and around my grand parents house I constantly managed to find those magazines and look at them with plenty of time and patience in the corners of their rooms. Back then Playboy was their main choice. It was practically the only porn magazine a man could only get in the drug stores of every neighborhood in Bogota. The seventies were about to end and sex was much more than a taboo around me. I was seven, eight years old perhaps.
One day, during one of my explorations, I came across a picture that caught my attention in a very powerful way. It was an image that haunted me for ages, until recently, when decades of curiosity, combined with the infinite power of Google search, led me to find it and to stare at it once again. It also gave me the chance to try and put together all the loose ends that had survived from those days as a kid. It was a black and white picture of Deborah Harry –lead singer of the group Blondie- taken during a live concert and in which she appeared standing in front of a microphone wearing nothing more than a white T-shirt: no pants, no under wear. No under wear and with an attitude so cool, so normal and relaxed, that it was probably just that what affected me the most. I remember thinking quite a number of things while watching it, but mainly, my biggest question back then was: where is the country where people can do that?
Febrero 09 2012
