The quick and lively banter of the flapper, offset with dramatic silences (her quicksilver MOODS). The staccato rhythms of Christopher Isherwood’s heroine Sally Bowles. Sally Bowles reminds me of girls who are witty and brilliant and stylish characters but not yet authors—like art-school chicks. They prefer living as opposed to writing, or living while highly conscious of the gaze. Today Sally Bowles would totally audition for America’s Next Top Model and be cast as the alterna-crazy.
