Who wants to join me as I journey back in time?
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Isis Moriendo Renascor
"When I woke it was to a vision of paradise: through the window was the Mediterranean, even bluer than in the postcards. And there were the square sun-baked houses, the red earth, the grey-green vegetation, the palm trees. My throat was as dry as ashes, I was coated with a mixture of soot and sweat and aching all over; but the sight of that tideless ocean, mother of gods and men, nurse of poetry, changeless grandiose fact of the ancient world, made me dizzy with joy."
-John Glassco
Reading this last night with the wind and rain spitting at my window was such a nice reminder of the trip I took with my sister when I was 16 to the Cote d'Azur. One village, Eze, perched atop a high mountain like "a phoenix on a bone," overlooking what seems to be the entire province and Monaco, was pure Mediterranean magic. I surely hope these photos capture the panoramic views combined with the quaintness of it all. This had Monte Carlos beat with aces.
The title of this post comes from the village motto:
"In death I am reborn"
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Breathless
My dear Marc,
We've certainly had our ups and downs, but I'd like to say that we can remain apart no longer. Your latest show for Louis Vuitton has left me gasping for air and clutching my bossom. This is not to be born. The beauty you've shown will forgive all previous sins. It's a tender reminder of when I first found fashion, alone at that lunch table, and you were my greatest icon.
I'll be waiting at the secret spot,
D-H
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