I have a t-shirt with a still frame from one of Tarkovsky’s movies, Mirror, printed very large on the front. It from a scene that occurs toward the beginning of the movie, wherein a woman is seen, by the camera, from behind, as she sits on a wooden fence in the afternoon light in the Russian countryside, smoking a cigarette. There is nothing all that remarkable about the image, I suppose, except that I like its composition and the way the actress is framed by the camera and the way she is wearing her hair, though I also like the scene from which the image is taken. There is a photo of me wearing that t-shirt as I stand on a sidewalk outside a restaurant in Midtown a year or two ago, smiling because I’m happy to be there. I’m also wearing a flannel that has been unbuttoned, so you can’t see the t-shirt in its entirety, because some of it is covered by the flaps of the flannel itself, though you can see enough of it to recognize the image on it, if you happen to have seen that image before and know where it’s from. The restaurant I’m standing in front of, in the photo, is a French restaurant called Le Relais, which is A.’s and my favorite restaurant here in the city. A. took the photo of me that I’m describing. It may have been on my birthday.