Sleep and Other Poems

"What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key?
 It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise.
To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall.
And so many girls saying, use me, dream me."
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
         

     

     

         

    

Deauville

Elle est retrouvee

Quoi? L'Eternite

C'est la mer allee

Avec le soleil

Arthur Rimbaud- 1872

Smokers Die Younger

      The beauty of imperfection
      The perfect contradictions
      
     

  

You Came to me- Rush Magazine

If only everyday felt this simple,

In A Manner Of Speaking

The more chaotic, the more beautiful. Quite simplicity is nice too.
Never understanding the order in which these photos fall, they just land. Face first.

I don't believe they ever reflect real feeling, just what caught my eye that day.
Perhaps the day before they would never have caught my eye.
Hence, consider them unique in their time and place, that's enough for me to I believe them special.
Worthy of five minutes. Maybe six.


Listen: Postcards from the road 3



Paris, 2013, Julliet 6

I give you the common assortment of Paris flea market/street vendors/ Karl Photography on Fendi/ My Sanctuary/ Harry Winston/Dior/ Garbage/ It's all the same x