Showing posts with label paolo roversi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paolo roversi. Show all posts

26.5.14

I cannot...

"I cannot make you understand.
I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.
I cannot even explain it to myself."
Franz KafkaThe Metamorphosis  
"Voeu d’artifices": Lara Stone by Paolo Roversi for M le Magazine du Monde November 2012

9.4.14

17.12.13

love me long...

Aime-moi moins, mais aime-moi longtemps
(Love me less but love me long)
sounds so much better in french 
 Paolo Roversi Styled by Edward Enninful

23.7.13

noble...

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad.
For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.
-John Lennon
Winter 01/02Grande Halle de la Villette
Paolo Roversi

30.6.13

Life continuous...

Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the prospect of the interminable work to keep after, sickened also by the madness of the world that leaps at you from the newspaper,
finally convinced that I will not be equal to it and that I will disappoint everyone-
all I want to do is sit down and wait for evening.
This is what I feel like, and sometimes I yield to it.
Albert Camus, Letter to P.B.
 Ondria Hardin by Paolo Roversi in Dazed & Confused July 2013

15.5.13

stop...

Stop telling me to follow my heart. It once led me to you.” 
“Couture Memoirs”, Sasha Pivovarova by Paolo Roversi for Vogue Italia September 2007

25.3.13

as you think...

As you think, you travel, and as you love, you attract.
You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.
“Magic of light”. Photographed by Paolo Roversi for Vogue Korea May 2011

12.10.12

i left...


i left the ocean and her seas,
the sand, the rock and the rain.
into the field and driftwood,
carrying my ship on my back…

rakishi, 'on grey seas' circ. 1938.
paolo roversi for w magazine april 2008

12.7.12

december



the white dove of winter
sheds its first
fine feathers;
they melt

as they touch
the warm ground
like note
of a once familiar 

music; the earth
shivers and
turns towards
the solstice
linda pastan, the months
bcbg max azria ss 2003, paolo roversi

9.6.12

ness....


awareness. consciousness. silence. stillness. presence. being. isness. aliveness. existence. spaciousness.

paolo roversi, voque italia, february 1999

1.5.12

secrets...


the breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
don't go back to sleep.

rumi, the essential rumi
neo romantico in l’uomo vogue august 1996 by paolo roversi

13.4.12

life....

i don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.
jonathan safran foer, via +

21.2.12

it was one of those rare smiles...


he smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. it was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. it faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favour. it understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.

the great gatsby, f. scott fitzgerald
kate moss by paolo roversi

16.2.12

procrastinate

pro·cras·ti·nate  (pr-krst-nt, pr-)
v. pro·cras·ti·nat·edpro·cras·ti·nat·ingpro·cras·ti·nates
v.intr.
to put off doing something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.
v.tr.
to postpone or delay needlessly

........... something i have been doing a little too much lately

procrastination is the thief of time.
edward young


atelier by paolo roversi for voque italia march 1999


procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
don marquis

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