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Not today Justin
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Lesia Trubat’s E-Traces ballet shoes track every movement digitally, allowing its user to record & playback their dance to the device of their choice.
❛ tu ne me l'entendre, fille ? se lever, tu viens avec moi. ❜ and where exactly would they go ? surely not for a delicate stroll through parisian streets, surely not for a mere nature hike through nice. the frigid fragility of her current state would only bring a harmonious bemusement to cruel words; a smug grin to WITHERING features.
“oui monsieur , mais --- mais, seriez-vous pas soin pour accompagner un autre ?” hints of anxiety are dripping off the words; his smile does nothing to comfort that sensation. why did she respond ? ? ( why could she not remain playing dumb until he left her alone like the others had ? ) a thick swallow.
“ où sommes-nous aller ?”
HE’S never seen this woman before. he thought he knew everyone in the building. a product of PARANOIA. apparently not. this new development is disturbing to him on so many levels. perhaps she’s only here for a visit. hopefully. if not, he’ll need to CONFIRM she isn’t here for…adverse reasons. frowning deeply, he snatches the handkerchief away, knowing she won’t budge if he hadn’t. at least the blood seems to be slowing down.
“ спасибо. ”
“ pr-przepraszam ?”
the language is dusty to her, having shut polish away in the deepest corners of her mind. she’d been shamed for it --- been three of the worst things during wartime : a jewish pole in france. it had been impossible to denounce her faith, but she silenced herself in order to survive. a step is taken away from him.
“ thank you. i ‘ope you ‘ave a speedy recovery --.’
“
Audrey Tautou “Coco avant Chanel”
Did this after I watched Swan Lake and tried experimenting with nail polish. Check out pam & pea on instagram (@pamandpea) to see it as a work in progress!
We repeat a process of hoping our bodies to the future though for now mine eats cucumbers in bed. I had a dream about a crystal blue pool. I felt stupid when I saw the ocean.
Wendy Xu, “The News,” via the Poetry Foundation (via bostonpoetryslam)
AND this is precisely what he’d been talking about when he said good samaritan. people who bother when they REALLY, really shouldn’t. pressing his own handkerchief closer to his bloodied nose, he reaches with his free hand into his opposite to grab his keys. if he could just get INSIDE, all of this nonsense can be avoided.
HE’D rather not ruin her handkerchief. shaking his head, he ignores her offer and picks out his apartment key from the ring. bleeding makes him forget he’s supposed to be american now.
“ нет–no. i’m fine. ”
her lips tug down into a frown, the smaller woman resisting an urge to simply shove the cloth at him. it isn’t his refusal that irks her so much as it is the blood. the scent is overpowering, the minute hints of rust poking at her nose; a metallic smell that reminds her of a similar taste.
“ take the ‘anky. it will not be missed.” another push of the cloth. “besides, a man who was fine would ‘ave taken it.”
“ you don’t even ‘ave to use it. just take it.”
The Body farm
i will be working on her official bio today !! a few facts :
seychelle was operated on by nazi doctors, she fell into a coma && was thus carted through a family as a lifelike doll, forgotten about in an attic && was woken up fifty years later. currently her biological status is unknown && most likely unstable.
✖┋O P E N .
this is EXACTLY what he needed a massive nosebleed int he middle of his crowded apartment hallway. drops of blood drip from his nose to the floor, narrowly missing his extremely expensive shoes. reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a handkerchief–something he picked up at the store the other day–and dabs at the blood as best he can.
prays to the GOD he’s never believed in that no one will try to be a good samaritan and try to help. he doesn’t need HELP. he just needs another dose of his medication is all.
she watches him -- a go for the pocket, dabs to the nose, a scent of blood in the confined space. a nosebleed. nothing severe, perhaps a sliced hand or a broken leg would have stirred her from her practise, but seychelle has seen his type before. he doesn’t require assistance. ( more or less ) she keeps walking.
but the more she watches, the more she notices that the blood isn’t receding. she’ll make the decision : be late to practise, face the consequences. a small sigh as she retraces her steps.
“ ‘ere.” another hanky is handed to him. “ that’s going to be covered in blood soon enough.”
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky - Valse sentimentale, Op. 51 No. 6 - Josef Sakonov (violin) & London Festival Orchestra
Mariinsky (?) dancers after La Bayadere
Photos by Marc Olich