Lauren Allawey

Rummaging through some old photographs I came across some memories of an old flame of mine, Lauren Allawey.

I met Lauren at some non-descript party in Mayfair in the late eighties, a works do as I vaguely seem to recall.

We only briefly chatted before I melted into an emotionally charged puddle at her feet, faced with her statuesque, smoldering looks, somewhat reminiscent of middle eastern feminine mystique that so beguiles many Western white men like myself. Lauren always claimed that she was descended from the Alawite sect and with those tranquil eyes and dark good looks that would be easy to believe (although difficult to prove)

She was contemplating a career in porn but as a sole photoshoot in a leading girly magazine of the time (as they existed before the avalanche of Interwebs porn struck) showed, her heart wasn't really in it. In one photo (which I can't show here because the owners of blogger will side with any vile oppressor as long as it brings in a pretty penny but feel the need to protect the general public from any glimpse of female beauty, see e.g. here) her portrait looks more like that of a chaste Eve in some Christian triptych and her smile far more enigmatic than that of the Mona Lisa.

If I knew where she was and she had a partner I'd have a contract hit out on his head but as the poet Willem Elsschot teaches us:

Tussen droom en daad

Staan wetten in de weg

En praktische bezwaren

Longing springs eternal...