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Valentino Spring/Summer 2013 by Sarah Moon.
Showing posts with label sarah moon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sarah moon. Show all posts
30.4.15
3.8.14
10.4.14
Hurry….
our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.
11.2.14
9.2.14
I wish...
And your voice is still my favorite song, my favorite sound, my favorite softness.
— Anis Mojgani, “I Wish I Was Sleeping in Your Arms Tonight”
georgina stojiljkovic by sarah moon for another magazine fall 2011 “the singing silhouette”
30.11.13
crimson….
sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
23.8.13
Once...
Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant.
He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.”
So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.
22.6.13
Choice...
He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day.
Choice: that was the thing.
— The Toughest Indian In The World, Sherman Alexie
18.4.13
colour...
more for the name
than for the colour;
I buy lipstick that way, too.
In other words,
if it sounds like a poem,
I'll take it.
23.3.13
and then...
and then she would smile,
to show me how,
and it was the saddest smile I ever saw
"a glimpse inside my world” photographed by sarah moon for vogue nippon, may 2007
— Charles Bukowski (via
21.3.13
i was going to cry...
I was going to cry.
I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week.
I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
'a black and white poem', vogue turkey march 2012, sarah moon
20.3.13
you...
You are always ticking inside of me and I dream of you more often than I don't.
My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.
sierra demulder, from unrequited love poem
anOther magazine, fall 2011, 'the singing silhouette' by sarah moon
19.3.13
24.6.12
they
they are fleeting.
they are fragile.
they require
little water
they’ll surprise you.
they’ll remind you
that they aren’t
and that they are you.
flowers,” wendy videlock
sarah moon for voque turkey march 2012
26.5.12
a black and white poem
sarah moon always knows how to take my breath away... she is definitely one of my favourites photographers. for voque turkey|march 2012|'a black and white poem', via +
18.5.12
i
do I dare believe
that i, and i alone will
ever be enough?
sarah moon for voque turkey, march 2012,- a black and white poem
12.5.12
air and sanity...
gasping for air and sanity. moon and stars and clouds and night. out of breath and breathless. pillows and sheets and blankets and you. i will drown in this bed.
14.12.11
each day is a miracle...
she would consider each day a miracle - which indeed it is,
when you consider the number of unexpected things
that could happen in each second of our fragile existences.
paolo coelho
source: sarah moon, the studios angel, glamour 2001, via +
20.4.11
…in my dreams the world would come alive,
becoming so captivatingly majestic,
free and ethereal,
that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.
vladimir nabokov
source: sarah moon, comme des garcons, via +
5.4.11
everything carries me to you...
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
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