Friends and Photography: Noti Klagka
by Nandia Foteini Vlachou
“Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?” she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his.
“Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings.”
“Parrot,” he hazarded.
“Good gracious no.”
The bird in question dived into the dome of the tree. It was of no importance, yet they would have liked to identify it, it would somehow have solaced their hearts. But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear or to merge in something else.
E. M. Forster, A Passage to India (1924)
[Noti Klagka is art historian extraordinaire, Anthony Blunt lover, tireless traveller and former MOX president (don’t bother looking it up). Her thesis on Annibale Carracci’s genre paintings combines her love for art with her love of food, especially lamb. She is a fixture at the Warburg Institute and after so many years of being her friend, I still have to double check before spelling her last name]