04 Friday May 2012
Posted in Photography, Reflections, Relationships, Writing
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beautiful, Love, Lust, Maksim Zaitsev, Male figure, Olesya Aleksandronis, Oscar Wilde, Photography, Poetry, The Harlot's House
© Olesya Aleksandronis
They took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
from The Harlot’s House by Oscar Wilde
Where did that lustful lover go?
Model: Maksim Zaitsev
29 Sunday Apr 2012
Posted in America's Next Top Model, Fashion, Photography, Reflections, Relationships
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America's Top Model, beautiful, Falling in Love in Six Acts - A Passion Play, Fashion, Khrystyana Kazakova, Love, Photography
© Khrystyna Kazakova
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
24 Tuesday Apr 2012
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23 Monday Apr 2012
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© Frank Torres – Nuclear Photo
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/
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18 Wednesday Apr 2012
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© Khrystynana Kazakova
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
Posted in Design, Fashion, Photography, Reflections
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© Joan Currie
If you create rooms with an authentic view, self-exploration must come before paint chips and fabric swatches. Sarah Ban Breathnach
I have finally settled on a soft cottage look for my new home.
14 Saturday Apr 2012
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© Joan Currie
The simplicity of first love, or friendliness, the mutuality of first sympathy seems, at its initial appearance – even if merely in exciting conversation across a dinner table – to be a self-enclosed world.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
I wish we had remained in that world…
11 Wednesday Apr 2012
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© Joan Currie – Lauren DiMarco’s cuff bracelet
Better or worse
But what else can we do?
And better or worse
I am tethered to you
If it’s not either of us
Tell me who are we fooling?
lyrics from Who Are We Fooling by Brooke Fraser
Our bond can never be broken- no matter how hard we try.
10 Tuesday Apr 2012
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© Joan Currie
Today a frock the color of a rose had been put on her, and Mariette had bought some real buds and made her a wreath to wear on her black locks. She had been learning a new, delightful dance in which she had been skimming and flying about the room, like a large rose-colored butterfly, and the enjoyment and exercise had brought a brilliant, happy glow in to her face. – from A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett
I, too, have been learning to waltz in my rose-colored frock.
03 Tuesday Apr 2012
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© Lauren DiMarco
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
from Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Often I am happier on my own.
Model – Lauren DiMarco on Oakland Bay Bridge
Satin & Sand 