DAY 17: NICK AND SUSIE…

Is there any Great Love more inspirational and giddiness inducing than seeing photos of celebrity couples at the very pinnacle of their Dreamy Love Moments? My all-time-favourite-Tumblr, Old Loves, is testament to that. Be warned: if you click that link, you will lose hours of your life.

My favourite of all the Great Loves, is Nick and Susie Cave. A love that appears to burn as bright and as true as the day they met.


I could endlessly daydream and produce page upon page of heart-for-eyes-glittery-light-headed thoughts on them.

But for today, for now, all we need to keep up going are one set of words to represent them. The set of words that I think about most days, and fantasise were uttered about me. Those that are the benchmark by my which all off my own personal, very imaginary, Great Loves are set (I know. I’m doomed). Nick’s own words, breathlessly uttered in the film 20,000 Days on earth.

The Dreamy Love Moment, the Great Love, to end them all. My Nick and Susie:

“The first time I saw Susie was at the Victoria & Albert Museum in London and when she came walking in, all the things I had obsessed over for all the years – pictures of movies stars, Jenny Agutter in the billabong, Anita Ekberg in the fountain, Ali MacGraw in her black tights, images from the TV when I was a kid, Barbara Eden and Elizabeth Montgomery and Abigail, Miss World competitions, Marilyn Monroe and Jennifer Jones and Bo Derek and Angie Dickinson as Police Woman, Maria Falconetti and Suzi Quatro, Bolshoi ballerinas and Russian gymnasts, Wonder Woman and Barbarella and supermodels and Page 3 girls, all the endless, impossible fantasies, the young girls at the Wangaratta pool lying on the hot concrete, Courbet’s Origin Of The World, Bataille’s bowl of milk, Jean Simmons’ nose ring, all the stuff I had heard and seen and read. Advertising and TV commercials, billboards and fashion spreads and Playmate of the Month, Caroline Jones dying in Elvis’s arms, Jackie O in mourning, Tinker Bell trapped in the drawer, all the continuing, never-ending drip feed of erotic data came together at that moment in one great big crash bang and I was lost to her and that was that.”

– Nick Cave

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