The mask

I was always dreaming of Candice Bergen’s mask.
Made of fur, possibly rabbit fur, it was the most elegant mask that a woman wore at Truman Capote’s Black&White Ball,––the rabbit mask was special.
Candice wasn’t a bunny––in the Hefner sense––she was a sleek, elegant rabbit.
What’s so great about masks?
First of all, they make your eyes intense sans contact lenses.
Second: they narrow your own sight in the pleasant way of being no longer distracted. You have to move to see something. The best masks leave you recoginzable and at the same time, tell you who you are. Otherwise it’s disguise. My Halloween mask tomorrow night will be black with black feathers attached. Reminiscent of showgirls form the Moulin Rouge or from Rio de Janeiro.
Real showgirls––but showgirls you can never touch.