I had forgotten all about you until I saw your picture. And I didn’t even remember your real name, I had to look it up. I remember there were so many “Jessica”s in our school that you wanted to change your name. You liked, “Paprika” because it “made you feel beautiful”. Mark and the popular boys really made fun of you for it, and your face would turn red any time Mark would screetch, “Paprika! Paprika!” And I turned and looked the other way because I was afraid of facing their wrath. I never saw you again after that year, but I’ll always remember you as Paprika. I think it’s a lovely name almost as beautiful as you.
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One of my favorite actresses is Paprika Steen. She’s a Dane and in two crushingly wonderful Dogma 95-style pics: The Celebration and Open Hearts.
She’s a serious cinema crush.
-cK