'Pigeons in the rain, Abbey Courtyard, Bath'. Peter Brown. 2016.
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'Pigeons in the rain, Abbey Courtyard, Bath'. Peter Brown. 2016.
Paul Klee
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Zaragoza, Spain (by Pedro Sanz)
Christer Strömholm, Nana, Place Blanche, Paris, 1961
La Methode, Paris, Photo by Christer Strömholm, 1960
Modigliani’s 1916 painting of French poet, playwright, and filmmaker Jean Cocteau.
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“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read.” ~ James Baldwin
[The thinkers]
/ Inge Morath, Boulevard Saint Michel, Paris, 1969.
Inge Morath, A Llama In Times Square, 1957
“When I have not rage or sorrow, and you depart from me, then I am most afraid. When the belly is full, and the mind has its sayings, then I fear for my soul; I rush to you as a child at night breaks into its parents' room. Do not forget me in my satisfaction. When the heart grins at itself, the world is destroyed. And I am found alone with the husks and the shells. Then the dangerous moment comes: I am too great to ask for help. I have other hopes. I legislate from the fortress of my disappointments, with a set jaw. Overthrow this even terror with a sweet remembrance: when I was with you, when my soul delighted you, when I was what you wanted. My heart sings of your longing for me, and my thoughts climb down to marvel at your mercy. I do not fear as you gather up my days. Your name is the sweetness of time, and you carry me close into the night, speaking consolations, drawing down lights from the sky, saying, See how the night has no terror for one who remembers the Name.”
― Leonard Cohen, Book of Mercy
Lee Miller. Fashion, Sicily, Italy 1949.
Tore Johnson - Girl with Baguette, Paris 1940
Ed van der Elsken - Café Moineau Club, Paris. 1955