Hanging in banal closets of plaster, tempting the colors from the emotions, the silkslips like hidden thoughts from the body, allowing a history of its own to flourish, like names, faces, symbols, intentions, whichare unknown. Questions are in the stitches; and in the beckoning, as it is seen and absorbed.A world opened. A forest steepedin its steep assumptions. Goodness held darkness.There is the sight of black; there is its urging.In the sense of it, a new sense approaches -approaches from the heart of the apparel.What can I do? Place my hands on the surface? Or place your hands on my complex hands, to be adorned, densely, in elusive cloth. Lamont Palmer http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-black-dress/
torstai 18. helmikuuta 2010
tiistai 16. helmikuuta 2010
maanantai 15. helmikuuta 2010
This Little Bag
This little bag i hope will prove to be not vainly made-- For, if you should a needle want it will afford you aid. And as we are about to part t'will serve another end, for when you look upon the Bag you'll recollect your friend.
Jane Austen
Tässä on fiilistely kuva muotinäytöstä varten, näin minä näen luonnon.
torstai 28. tammikuuta 2010
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