Poem To A Horse

Poem To A Horse
Made by Isa M.

Monday, 21 April 2008

modern rush...



Are YOU ready for your day, your week, your month, and pretty much the rest of your whole life? I know I'm not!

Tuesday, 8 April 2008

a portraitist...







I found about this brilliant photographer from Ligia..I was surprised by both the sensibility of his art and the beauty of his models.The way i see it,through his portraits Monzani succeeds to expose the pure beauty of feminity.


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Jean-S├ębastien Monzani is a Swiss and French self-taught freelance photographer and graphic-designer born in 1975 who is specialized in portrait photography. Elegance, simplicity, a strong sense of composition and emotions are key elements in his work. His images are often constructed as photo-series - something between fashion photography and movie storyboards. Since he often tries to convey an atmosphere in his photos, he mainly shoots on-location, almost exclusively in Lausanne (Switzerland) where he lives.*

Monday, 7 April 2008

Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer


The perfect mood..blue American summer...and the pure perspective of endless freedom..today summer is my favourite season of the year!

*All summer long
Sittin’ in my car outside your house
’member when you spilled coke all over you blouse?....*

Saturday, 5 April 2008

love is..



From Prozac Nation: I understand why people sometimes want to kill their lovers, eat their lovers, inhale the ashes of their dead lovers. I understand that this is the only way to possess another person with the kind of desperate longing that I have to take him inside me.

These days I think i've come to understand, for the first time in my life, the true meaning of this line.True feelings are always selfish.

Friday, 4 April 2008

the place where everything starts..

The Last Question by Dorothy Parker

New love, new love, where are you to lead me?
All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line.
How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me?
With bitter yellow berries, and a sharp new wine.

New love, new love, shall I be forsaken?
One shall go a-wandering, and one of us must sigh.
Sweet it is to slumber, but how shall we awaken-
Whose will be the broken heart, when dawn comes by?

Perhaps not the most appropriate beginning..:D Still.. A new blog, a new season, a new love..