The Girl With The Blue Beret

At some point at our stay on Büyükada, the largest of the Princes Islands the femme fatale part of Die Dada Welt had to make a longer visit to Istanbul. Before she left we joked about what could happen to a tall and handsome Scandinavian guy being left alone on a Turkish Island. After she had been in Istanbul for a week, we met at the harbor, where she was wearing something that for me seem very old school. Never would I have imagined her with such a piece of clothing, but how sexy, she looked, wearing her blue beret. It at once reminded me of an anecdote form a book I was reading, “The Time Regulation Institute” by Ahmet Hamdi Tanpinar, published in 1954 … it stated:

“… you never know who’s young or old anymore. You shorten your skirt and cut your hair, and well … And then if you wear a beret … One of my friend’s husbands was a little too interested in young girls. The poor thing didn’t know what to do. Finally I had to intervene. I said, ‘Sister, all you have to do is throw on a middle school uniform and get one of those caps.’ At first she said, not a chance, but now the silly man never leaves home.”

I told her the anecdote, which made her laugh the whole way to our house. Me wondering: It wasn’t that funny!

Then, after we had closed the front door, she began very slowly to strip off her jacket and pants. Underneath she was wearing a blue school uniform with a white shirt. She took my hand, dragged me down on the couch, and with intense beautiful eyes, she said: “What about it, do you like my new beret?”  

 

PHOTO: Sila Yalazan // @silayalazan & Steen Andersen // @just_another_alter_ego

TEXT: Steen Andersen // @just_another_alter_ego