#paradis perdu

[thebarroomortheboy]

# Pierre Leblanc and Janine Mercier dancing

PARADIS PERDU (1940) | dir. Abel Gance

[homocinematicus]

Paradis perdu 1940 Abel Gance

[bulles-de-bd]

Paradis Perdu - T03 - Paradis

[themaninthemasque-blog]

Paradis Perdu | Maximillian & Faba

Though most considered the island nation a string of little paradises, the Raider himself hardly associated the place with peace. Beauty, perhaps, but with an appreciation for aesthetics deeply ingrained in his azure heart it never made much difference to him what he associated with anything. A cigarette behind his ear, not yet lit once and waiting for his hands to fidget into old habits, Max walked aimlessly around the island, the sun having set what felt like ages ago, but midnight not yet arrived.

Alola. A vacation destination, a rich land, a place where the Leagues of other nations had just barely sunk in roots in tradition, but to Max this place was a house of uncertainty. But he would confront this uncertainty in the morning. For the eventide, rather, he wandered, until being interrupted by someone else walking the path, seeming perhaps to be lost in thought. Or maybe he read into everything just a tish too much.

“Good evening,” he said, even-tempered and sincere. “It is pleasant, is it not, to walk at night? Forgive my intrusion, sir,” he said with a little bow, hand across his middle. “And have a wonderful roam.”

[findepartida]

L'herbe est dans l'herbe l'eau qui brille, comme un fleuve. Tout est toujours à remailler du monde. Le paradis est épars, je le sais, C'est la tâche terrestre d'en reconnaître Les fleurs disséminées dans l'herbe pauvre

Yves Bonnefoy, Ce qui fut sans lumière, “L’adieu“

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Pour rire, dans ses Paradis artificiels, qui sont des Paradis perdus. (...) Qui ne le sait, qui n'a pas lu ces Fleurs du mal dont le vrai nom aurait dû être les Fleurs maudites, poésies cruelles, envenimées, d'une volupté sinistre, qui auraient leur excuse dans le désespoir, si le désespoir n'était un mal de plus.

Compte rendu par Barbey d’Aurevilly des Paradis artificiels de Baudelaire.

[thebarroomortheboy]

Here, imagine this - no, I don't like this - this, here, this in pink tulle... Very light... You'll turn about an empty room... dancing for me alone. I would join you... and we'll dance together.

PARADIS PERDU (1940) | dir. Abel Gance

[thebarroomortheboy]

HAPPY GUY FAWKES NIGHT! | PARADIS PERDU (1940) dir. Abel Gance