Charlotte

Till this moment I never knew myself.

[mournfulroses]

Federico García Lorca, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Federico García Lorca

[elmayordelosdiez]

Nikolai Dubovsky, Silence Has Settled (1890)

[bebemoon]

dilara findikoglu

[soracities]

“Her cruelty. The beach. The midnight swim. Her lost sandal, that night in the doorway of the dance hall, Cinderella’s shoe. All gone. All lost. It is no matter. Tired, tired and drunk. No matter.”

— John Banville, The Sea

[moradadabeleza]

Rebekah Campbell

[soracities]

“The world has no visible order, and I have only the order of my breathing. I let myself happen.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

[seemoreandmore]

Wojciech Skibicki

[fairydrowning]

"I lay there in the dark, remembering, remembering and remembering."

-Kazuo Ishiguro, The Unconsoled

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Art Nouveau brooch, 1900.

[stlowens]

George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard from, “The Return of the Exile.”

[lustingupon]

[theconstantnymph]

Les chiennes, 1973

[xshayarsha]

Musee du Louvre, Paris.

[philosophybits]

“Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty – a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture.”

— Bertrand Russell, The Study of Mathematics

[poeticrose]

“Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.”

― Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre.”

[frag-mented]

[eurasianfairy]

Fall 2011 Ready-to-Wear Charles Anastase