Hopeless Fall 2010 Sophie Silk Knickers
Photo: Vlad Savin
Model: Lauren Elizabeth Aitken
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
ida rentoul outhwaite 1921
william heath robinson
alphonse mucha
recondite romantic reveries
About Me
- zugaikotsu
- a fine art and fashion fotographer with an impeccable eye and a taste for the classic forlorn aesthetic. like shiny things scavenged by a crow, this is my collection of style and inspiration.
luna
CURRENT MOON
land of talk - its okay
fear of the dark
L’Homme craint tant l’obscurité qu’il en écorche les bords avec du feu.
- Rei Ayanami dans Evangelion
- Rei Ayanami dans Evangelion
Blog Archive
-
▼
2010
(329)
-
▼
November
(33)
- in the fields at twilight
- rock 'n' roll sensibility
- benny horne - eniko mihalik - russh 37 nov/dec 2010
- illustrator lisa french
- you mean so much to me...
- paolo roversi - family circus w december 2010
- softening the sad past
- lost princess in captivity - november 2010
- björk
- dreaming as the days go by, dreaming as the summer...
- longing and waiting
- victoria stevens - valentina
- come, back to me
- la chat chapeauté
- georges de feure
- gertrude käsebier circa 1910
- jacquelyn jablonski - muse magazine italy #20 2010
- do you really want to be the one to fight?
- expectations
- fudge magazine february 2008
- lonely spell to conjure you, but conjure hell is a...
- sinsong - marcelina sowa - being bathory november ...
- isle of longing - vogue germany october 2008
- fell on black days
- hopeless
- paul schimdt - barbara palvin jalouse june 2010
- the prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles ...
- a muse: mystery video girl
- tim walker - karlie kloss - where troubles melt li...
- cat talking to me
- bjork - human behavior
- stolen girlfriends club
- i'm gonna break my rusty cage and run!
-
▼
November
(33)
time for tea
Tea does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapours which the head invade
And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
~Edmund Waller
Repress those vapours which the head invade
And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
~Edmund Waller
The Wasteland
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
....
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
exerpts from
T.S. Eliot
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
....
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
exerpts from
T.S. Eliot
"a great photographer is one that gives you confidence, that wants to have fun within the moment, doesn't stop you or give you boundaries. It's about flow and chemistry; you just go together, like a wave." -claudia schiffer
twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
how I wonder what you're at!
up above the world you fly,
like a tea tray in the sky.
twinkle, twinkle-
-lewis carroll
how I wonder what you're at!
up above the world you fly,
like a tea tray in the sky.
twinkle, twinkle-
-lewis carroll
ida rentoul outhwaite 1921
william heath robinson
note:
this blog is designed for big monitors. you may have to adjust your browser to 65% or 75% to see the double page spreads in the intended layout.
alphonse mucha
harry clarke
No comments:
Post a Comment