Judith

"For the West, mercy is a strange passion; one they follow at the expense of strategy, of humanity, and ultimately of reason. With me it is merely good manners. The desert has drunk more blood than you or I can ever imagine; judge for yourself which motive is the more expedient." - Aden Mansour, PhD, University of Algiers Professor of Art History and Antiquities

Biography

"American-born USAF brat educated abroad" might explain her hard-to-place accent. The daughter of an officer, she became one herself before joining the United Nations as a Peacekeeper deployed variously to Algeria, Darfur, Mali and Lebanon over several years under the UN's initiative to promote women as "active agents of peace in armed conflict." Her honorable discharge following a formal report to the UN General Assembly landed her in Paris, where she has lived for the past few years. If she warms up to you, she'd say she has come to Los Angeles because she prefers warm desert nights to any other, loves the city and surrounds for its sheer size, its cultures, its staggering opportunities and its life-and-death vibrancy.

RP Hooks

• Now in Town : A very recent arrival in Los Angeles (by way of Paris and Algiers) Judith has been in town long enough to buy herself the car she's always wanted (a 1969 Volvo 1800S, in after-market dark plum). She's known to still be living out of the LAX Saudi Embassy Suites, and to be in the market for something in Mediterranean Revival.

• Poetry : She is fiercely evasive on this topic but can be drawn out. Judith frequents bookstores, flatly avoids readings and hauls around a battered limited-edition Moleskine (David Bowie, Blackstar).

• Algeria : She's also cagey about her former career, good luck with this one. There are tells that she spent too much time in northern Africa. Her Arabic sometimes slips into a distinctly Berber-French-Colonial patois. She has worn the blue beret and she knows what mazagran is supposed to taste like. Followers of international politics may remember hearings about an unsanctioned air strike on the Saida-Mascara line and brief public outrage.

• Paris, and the Art World : Judith arrived in Paris for a grueling UN hearing and stayed for the night life. She's developed financial and curator/collector interest in three small art galleries in Paris (La Muse Froide, L'Ancien Moderne and the White Mughal). She also kept company with one Aden Mansour, PhD, University of Algiers Professor of Art History and Antiquities during his guest professorship at the Université Paris for the entire five years she lived in the city. Her French sometimes slips into an Algiers inflection.

• Krav Maga : Formal training, which she frequently seeks to improve at various 24-hour gyms.

• The sin of pride : Easily touched, rarely soothed.

Contacts

• Alejandro Lopez. The good sheriff. I saw you let your hair down once, it suits you.
• Artemis Whitlocke. Simply impeccable. You once asked me why, and I still don't know.
• Bevin Avraham. (NPC) Well. Someone expected the Second Intifada.
• Elizabeth Tanner. Formidable, she does it all. And that one chess piece of hers...
• Javier Juan Cruz. So much fresh air. You are going places.
• Kennedy Wilde. Soaringly elegant. Role model and more.
• Lunette Faucher. Welcome to the club. Come give your Auntie Judith a kiss.
• Lydon Vogel. Unfailingly transactional. But I begin to see more.
• Professor Mansour. (NPC) Call me, sidi.
• Stefan. (NPC) Stop sulking, and don't scratch the car.
• Yuchen Wright. To lose three seems careless. But you're not that.

Gallery

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Logs

• 2021-06-20 Where is that man Diego?
• 2021-07-23 Zavarka Memorial Event
• 2021-11-21 Sad Song Soiree

Judith Allegra Delsarto

Demeanor	Mediator. Of the dry humor variety.
Apparent age	Mid-thirties.
Build	A lean 5'10"
Affiliations	Hancock Park Homeowners Association

Soundtrack

Pathétique, Piano Sonata No. 8 in C minor Op. 13, 1st movement - Ludwig van Beethoven

Judith ~ A Perfect Circle

Never taste of the fruit

Never stray, never break

Never choke on a lie

Even though he's the one who did this to you

You never thought to question why

...

It's not like you killed someone

It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side

Praise the one who left you

Broken down and paralyzed

He did it all for you