Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus Page #3

Drink a cup.

Turn around.

Don't look at me.

Turn around.

Take off your camera.

Just put it on the table.

Please close your eyes now.

I only wanna take your portrait.

Diane...

...please close your eyes.

Step back from the window.

Are your eyes closed?

Yes.

Don't turn around. Keep your eyes

closed.

- And please disrobe. - What?

You can keep your undergarments on if

you like. The bath is getting cold.

I don't want to.

I think I should go.

I'm sorry.

Hello.

Take anything in your tea?

Now, tell me something.

Tell me something about yourself.

Are you rich?

You look rich.

My parents are.

So you were a spoiled child?

Did you eat caviar? Did you have

servants?

Yes.

What were their names?

Scott was my chauffeur...

...Gisela was my German nanny, and

Catherine was my French nanny.

Did you ever show your nanny your tits?

Now, when you were a teenager...

...there must have been a doorman you

made love to in the basement...

...or a chauffeur, a gardener, an

elevator man?

Did you ever give him a blowj*b on the

way down to the lobby?

- No. - No?

Did he want you to?

Well, did he?

Probably.

How could you tell?

I...

He used to stop the elevator between

floors.

And?

And stare at me.

Did you like that?

It terrified me.

Of course, but...

But did you like it?

One time I showed him my underwear.

So? Then I'm right.

Chauffeured girls don't expose

themselves.

They don't show their tits.

- Don't they? - I don't know. Do they?

You tell me.

Where have you been hiding?

I suppose I did. I exposed myself.

Till my father caught me.

Where did this occur?

- I n the bathroom. - To whom?

To the neighbors.

I would touch myself in front of the

window.

Really?

Did you ever see anyone watching?

I saw you...

...through my window.

And right away I wanted to come into

your home.

And when you were young, did anyone

like me ever come to your house?

There was a little boy. He had...

He had a purple birthmark across his

face.

I saw him in the park and I...

I followed him all the way to his front

door in the Bronx.

But he disappeared before I could...

Shortly after that, I dropped doing

that sort of thing.

And I planned on going so many places.

Where?

All sorts of places, everywhere.

Where? Tell me.

A doll hospital...

...the city morgue...

...the insane asylum...

...dumps, flophouses, everywhere, I.

And instead, I was my husband's

assistant.

Join me?

Would you like to take off your

slippers?

Wanna step in?

My condition is called hypertrichosis.

When I was a teenager, I woke up every

morning at 5 a. M...

...to shave every part of me that

stuck out from my clothing.

Grew back so quickly it was hardly

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