Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The air is full of diamond dust tonight,
Cold glittering sparks between us and the snow:
The hills are ragged etchings, black and white, pointed with stars


















See the lake wake! you would take it for the dawn
But for the flashlight of night's watchman moon.

Original photography: Julia Serena Ready. Poetry by Floris Clark Mclaren and Robert Finch

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

 When you don't know what part of yourself to believe












Photos by Harper Smith

Paris, je blâme tout sur vous













et demain je vais mourir

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all

-TS Eliot

April is the cruellest month

Breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain...










photography: Final 4 by leonne ward... the rest unknown

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

i live 10 separate lives











Models and Photographers: Myself (Julia Serena Ready) and Madlin' Lucyk

Sunday, April 3, 2011

"Now that lilacs are in bloom
She had a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists one in her fingers while she talks.
'Ah my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands.'
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
'You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no more remorese
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.'"










I smile, of course,
And go on drinking tea.
-T.S. Eliot


Photo credits: Tatina Granados, Katarina Soskic... the rest? I forget.