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Imogen Cunningham
Black and White Lillies, late 1920s
Takeshi Kaneshiro 90s
A Place in the Sun (George Stevens, 1951)
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Cécile Baldewyns - Darknees, 2023
"I had a dream. In fact, it was the night I met you. In the dream, there was our world, and the world was dark because there weren't any robins and the robins represented love. And for the longest time, there was just this darkness. And all of a sudden, thousands of robins were set free, and they flew down and brought this blinding light of love. And it seemed like that love would be the only thing that would make any difference. And it did. So, I guess it means there is trouble 'til the robins come."
BLUE VELVET (1986) dir. David Lynch
Pierre Jamet
La siesta de Dina 1939
The end of the beauty of it all
Self portrait, 35mm film
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from ‘The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems’
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