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5.3.15

NEVER ARE VOICES

SO BEAUTIFUL

AS ON A WINTER'S EVENING.

Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter’s evening, when dusk almost hides the body,

and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.

'valentino haute couture' photographed by max von gumppenberg & patrick bienert for vogue italia’s couture supplement march 2014.

I have had one moment of enormous peace.

This perhaps is happiness.

Now I am drawn back by pricking sensations; by curiosity, greed and the irresistible desire to be myself.

— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves