
He looked nothing like you
and sounded nothing like you.
But in all the important ways
he was very much you.
poem fragment by Lauren DiMarco
I am resigned to the fact that you are omnipresent….
30 Monday Apr 2012
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He looked nothing like you
and sounded nothing like you.
But in all the important ways
he was very much you.
poem fragment by Lauren DiMarco
I am resigned to the fact that you are omnipresent….
29 Sunday Apr 2012
Posted in America's Next Top Model, Fashion, Photography, Reflections, Relationships
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Tags
America's Top Model, beautiful, Falling in Love in Six Acts - A Passion Play, Fashion, Khrystyana Kazakova, Love, Photography
You feel funny inside. You feel funny outside. You feel you could do anything and no one would dare laugh at you.
This love, you will treasure. You will not put it in the basement next to your rowing machine, treadmill, and thermal body sweat wrap. And you will not take this love for granted, because that is the biggest sin of all.
from Falling in Love in Six Acts (A Passion Play) an ad by Nike
Please, please, please make this feeling last…
Model: Khrystyna Kazakova
28 Saturday Apr 2012
Posted in Music, Photography, Reflections
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One day I’ll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends…
from One Day I’ll Fly Away – sung by Nicole Kidman
I got caught up in the nostalgia of my last post and set off to the salon to recapture the same sun kissed hair color of my younger years. Who knows what happened in the mixing of the chemicals, but I left the salon with hair the color of marmalade preserve!
26 Thursday Apr 2012
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Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.
Emily Dickinson
Little did I know how long it would take some seeds to emerge.
24 Tuesday Apr 2012
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23 Monday Apr 2012
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When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don’t know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like
burnt paper.
D.H. Lawrence
I am yearning to feel that rush of untamed love again…
Model: Micha Borodaev
Photography: Frank Torres
http://franktphotography.com/index2.php#/home/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Nuclear-Photo/198639900159690
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22 Sunday Apr 2012
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19 Thursday Apr 2012
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Tags
America's Top Model, Edgar Allan Poe, Fashion, Khrystyna Kazakova, Photography, Poetry, The Raven
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was broken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”-
Merely this, and nothing more.
from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Who knows what radiant maiden may yet come rapping at a man’s heart?
Model:
Khrystyana Kazakova
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18 Wednesday Apr 2012
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She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say
from Lady Love by Paul Eluard
I miss the sweet intoxication that comes with first loves.
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16 Monday Apr 2012
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