20.1.14

Love...

Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
Photographed by Guy Bourdin for Complice by Gianni Versace Spring/Summer 1977 (Ad Campaign)

19.1.14

Stops and starts….

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants.
The way it stops and starts.
comme des garçons, Idoménée Fashion Book S/S 2013 by Sophie Delaporte

18.1.14

So goes the smoke...

Every place is within walking distance; people are the ones out of reach.
— Rakishi, “So goes the smoke" cir. 1918 
Untitled (Hand with long sleeved blouse), Vogue, 1968 (Richard Avedon)

17.1.14

A nice quiet place...

Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future,
not what had not been but what would never be.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place
"Dream Girl", Kate Moss by Ryan McGinley for W July 2007

16.1.14

rewrite...

I'll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love, you won’t be able to see beyond it.

15.1.14

All she wanted….

All she wanted
was find a place to stretch her bones
A place to lengthen her smiles
and spread her hair
A place where her legs could walk
without cutting and bruising
A place unchained
She was born out of ocean breath.
I reminded her; 
‘Stop pouring so much of yourself
into hearts that have no room for themselves
Do not thin yourself
Be vast
You do not bring the ocean to a river’
 you are oceanic, Tapiwa Mugabe
future perfect (detail) - snejana onopka’s hands photographed by steven meisel for vogue italia dec. 2005

13.1.14

your own actions….

Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.” 
Tilda by Katerina Jebb

12.1.14

journey...

The journey changes you - it should change you.
It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body.
You take something with you… Hopefully, you leave something good behind.

10.1.14

still...

I still feel the madness rushing through me,
but I still haven’t gotten the word down the way I want it, the tiger is still on my back.
Charles Bukowski, My Madness
Irina by Julia Hetta for Another Magazine published: spring/summer 2013

8.1.14

a new way...

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.
Marcel Proust (French novelist, essayist, critic; 1871-1922)
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