When I first saw Nancy at the now defunct ‘Communal Mule’ I was struck with a powerful sense of Paris. It so happened she was on her way to interview with Comme des Garcons. Though she continually refused to sit for me I hung on to the image in my mind of the portrait I had already created. I have experienced the adventure of trying to capture the wind. Nancy is the wind. She came dancing like a flyleaf fallen from an exquisite edition of Paris Vogue.