Jean-Loup Sieff (1933–2000)
“Catacombe dei Cappucini, Palermo”
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Jean-Loup Sieff (1933–2000)
“Catacombe dei Cappucini, Palermo”
gelatin silver print
source
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Cybill Shepherd flipping the bird. Seems fitting somehow.
Through the nights you've guarded me, my unhappy sorrows, with a love never fulfilled; I can never free you, nor escape from you. I do not know why you wait by my chair at the window, continue our autobiography with my pen, sleep on my bed without a blanket, search for the lamp that has lost its light in an impatient nightmare. In the daylight I gather flowers to present you with love such as you offer me, but when Ilook back at you, those flowers, and you, and my empty self all, all merge into the darkness. Embracing each other since birth, since that day we've tried to part-- but failure, only failure. We could not, we cannot without willing death; and for that we have no courage.
ZIA HAIDER, “To My Sorrows” (tr. by Abul H. Saaduddin + Thetis Simpson)
lookin’ good, Ken
tymon dogg - velvet stella