10 Tuesday Jan 2012
Posted in Design, Fashion, Photography, Reflections
© Scott Marrs Photography
Not jewels, nor pride, nor spirit, nor smile, not even what is commonly called beauty, had captivated him in the unknown woman. Only the temper of her soul … the sudden sense of a bond beyond space and time was so great, that his heart, now completely awakened, grew warm in the sight of her. – Emil Ludwig from Of Life And Love
It is fascinating to discover what first attracts one to another.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
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08 Sunday Jan 2012
Posted in Art, Design, Fashion, Photography, Reflections
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Art, beautiful, Corset, Femme fatale, Henry Miller, lingerie, Photography, Postaweek 2012, watercolor
© Joan Currie - Red Corset Watercolor
You suffer when you try to possess her, because you rob her of the mystery – the very thing that attracted you in the first place! by Henry Miller
She can be as elusive as a cloud…
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Ravishing Red
07 Saturday Jan 2012
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© Joan Currie – Vintage Underskirt
If this individuality is wiped away, the creative joy that crystallized it disappears, even if no material was lost, even if no atom was destroyed. And if it is lost, it is also a loss for the entire world. It is particularly precious because it is not universal. – Rabindranath Tagore
Bask in your own bright light.
31 Saturday Dec 2011
Posted in Art, Crafts, Photography, Reflections, Writing
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Art, Design, Emerson, Happy New Year, Journal, Photography, postaweek 2011
© Joan Currie - My Copper & Stainless Steel Journal
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. – Emerson
My journal is filled with wonderful memories of this year.
Wishing you and your loved ones all the very best for 2012!
08 Thursday Dec 2011
Posted in Design, Music, Photography, Reflections
© Joan Currie
Once I almost had you
And now I want you again
Sinful bodies, wings of a butterfly.
from Hrisna Tela, Kindla Motyli by Aneta Langerova
I prefer moths to butterflies in the way they are drawn to a flame.
Thanks to Svatava Pearce for the translation.
06 Tuesday Dec 2011
Posted in Fashion, Photography, Reflections
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© Lauren DiMarco
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken.
It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
D.H. Lawrence
One heartbreak is enough – I do not wish for another.
26 Saturday Nov 2011
Posted in Garden, Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
by Emily Dickinson – Autumn
My garden cherub beholds fall’s dramatic show of color.
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23 Wednesday Nov 2011
Posted in Art, Dance, Design, Photography, Reflections, Writing
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© Joan Currie
Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty? And yet it all seems limitless.
from The Sheltering Sky movie, based on the book by Paul Bowles
Thanksgiving is almost upon us – savor every sweet moment of it.
22 Tuesday Nov 2011
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21 Monday Nov 2011
Posted in Food, Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
A wagon stopped before the house; she heard
The heavy oilskins of the grocer’s man
Slapping against his legs. Of a sudden whirred
Her heart like a frightened partridge, and she ran
And slid the bolt, leaving his entrance free;
Sonnets from an Ungrafted Tree by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My table is laden with the fecundity of the season.
Satin & Sand 