Not only that, but I see now that one neither suggests nor agrees to try an experiment designed to create romantic love if one isn’t open to this happening. Let me acknowledge the ways our experiment already fails to line up with the study. They invited the entire lab to the ceremony. The most tantalizing detail: Six months later, two participants were married. Then they stare silently into each other’s eyes for four minutes.
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They sit face to face and answer a series of increasingly personal questions. A heterosexual man and woman enter the lab through separate doors. I explained the study to my university acquaintance. So, like a good academic, I turned to science, hoping there was a way to love smarter. Each time I thought of leaving, my heart overruled my brain.
They clasped their hands, their veins forming a pattern not unlike one of their classic geometric designs and laughed, in unison, like a couple on a park bench remembering old times.I first read about the study when I was in the midst of a breakup. And, once again, Rosita completed his thought, adding “the body”. This year they will postpone their trip so they can watch the Games on television.Īsked if he would like to go to London to watch the Games, he said: “The desire is there but I lack. “Sometimes they take me around as if I were a religious relic but I refrain from working miracles now,” he wrote in his autobiography “A Life on the Wool Line,” a play on words because in early races a strand of wool was used as finish tape.Įvery year in July, the Missonis take their vacation on their boat along the Dalmatian coast on the Adriatic, where Ottavio was born of Italian parents in what is now Dubrovnik. He spends his time painting, swimming and exercising in his small private gym surrounded by his many athletic medals and fashion tributes. He participated in competitions for veteran athletes until he was 90 and last September he was due to be the oldest athlete at the European Masters Games in Italy, competing in the javelin, discus and shot put but he withdrew after he developed back pain. Missoni hotels have already opened in Edinburgh and Kuwait, and new ones are planned for Oman and Brazil. Rosita, who sports a small pigtail flowing down the back of her neck, is still active in the company, running the Missoni Home collection and travelling around the world for Missoni Hotel, a lifestyle hotel chain in collaboration with the Rezidor Hotel Group. “Those were beautiful Olympic Games because everything was natural and spontaneous, not like now, when everything is inflated, blown out of proportion,” said Ottavio, who is known by everyone by his diminutive “Tai”.Īfter she first saw him run at Wembley, Rosita and her school mates were invited to lunch with the Italian athletes in Brighton.
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Most watched the Games in bars and shop windows or on newsreels in cinemas. In 1948, much of Italy was still recovering from the war’s devastation the Marshall Plan to rebuild the country was in its teething phase and for many, the London Olympics offered a badly needed chance to cheer national athletes.įew people had televisions in their homes. “I started running again with the little that was left in me because naturally, after four years as a prisoner of war I was not in top physical form, but I must have had something left in me and I won the Italian (4 X 400) title and was chosen to go to the Olympics,” he said. Missoni ran in the 1938 European Championships, and won the 1939 Italian Championships and World Student Games. That year in the 400 meters at a Milan event, he beat American Elroy Robinson, then the world record holder for the 880 yards. In 1937, at the tender age of 16, he was the youngest member of Italy’s national team. He had an extraordinary running style,” Rosita, now 81, recalled in their home as Ottavio, now 91, sat next to her on an iconic Missoni zebra-patterned couch.Īs a boy, Ottavio was a running wunderkind. He looked like he was 21 but I later found out that he was 27. “Our student seats were right near the changing rooms at Wembley Stadium. He was 27, a tall, strappingly handsome member of the Italian 400 meters hurdles team at the Games where the world was trying to put the devastation of war behind it. She was 16, going on 17, a shy Italian girl in London to improve her English. But none of it would have happened had it not been for the 1948 London Olympics, where one kind of flame sparked another between Rosita Jelmini and Ottavio Missoni.
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