Shalom Harlow in Vogue Italia, April 1995. Photo by Mario Sorrenti
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Shalom Harlow in Vogue Italia, April 1995. Photo by Mario Sorrenti
Eva Herzigova @ Dolce & Gabbana 1995
no so what
Bruce Weber, Shalom Harlow & Marc Vanderloo, 1996/97.
“Cleaning the House” painting by Sally Welchman.
David Vestal. East 13th Street, New York, 1954.
Remember Twist magazine?
Y2k nostalgia 💖
- Shannon Lee Barry
I'm a writer.
Can I tell you the definition of a word?
Ha. Hahahaha.
No.
But! I can tell you the ✨vibe✨ of a word. The context it is used in, absolutely.
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔠
The most difficult part of grief is saying goodbye.
Say goodbye to the could’ve beens. That lunch next week you could’ve scheduled, or that smile you could’ve gotten every time you see them.
Say goodbye to the next chapter of memories that won’t include them. That birthday you would’ve celebrated with them around and that Christmas tree you were supposed to set up together.
Say goodbye to the physical reminders like that shirt they only wore sometimes, but now you have to put in the moving box. Their phone, bracelets, ballers, their cane, caps, that red coffee mug they always used. The things remain, but the owner persists in absence.
The truth is, each one of us will one day say our last goodbye.
We will bid farewell to the people we could’ve been. The people we thought we should be. That version of you that would’ve bested death.
As a result, make every goodbye worth saying, and make every ending worth the sacrifice of pain.
Our being obliterates, but the way we leave stays forever.
starry eyed
Maggie Cheung and Tony Leung on the set of 'In the Mood for Love' (2000), by wing shya
Shadows of Comet Ikeya–Murakami
‘Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.’