25 Wednesday Jan 2012
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© Joan Currie – Wingback Chair Watercolor
Fraenkel loved my home, the idea of a house, a home as a pivot, a base, a hub. Henry, the vagabond, was amazed at Fraenkel’s assertion that this was necessary to creation, that rolling and drifting prevented growth, that this was the way to grow and expand. – from the Diary of Anaïs Nin
The muse visits me when I am curled up reading in my favorite wingback chair.
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A New Landscape
06 Tuesday Sep 2011
Posted in Fashion, Photography, Reflections
© Lauren DiMarco – detail
If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation. – Anaïs Nin
A penny for her thoughts…
Model: Lauren DiMarco
05 Monday Sep 2011
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© Lauren DiMarco
…[she] supplies the beautiful incandescent flesh, the fulgurant voice, the abysmal eyes, the drugged gestures, the presence of a body, the incarnation of our dreams and creations. – Anaïs Nin
Poetic beauty personified…
Model: Lauren DiMarco
12 Friday Aug 2011
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© Joan Currie
And what is my true nature?… Is mine idealism, spirituality, poetry, imagination, sense of beauty, a need of beauty, a fundamental Rimbaud innocence, a certain purity? I need to create. – Anaïs Nin
I love the sensual biomorphic lines of the vessels in the foreground.
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22 Friday Jul 2011
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© Ryuuzaki Julio
He wants to remain within her, to lie blind in the furls of her flesh. – Anaïs Nin
I am in need of a sincere apology…
Models: Lauren DiMarco & Oleg Galagan
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16 Saturday Jul 2011
Posted in Garden, Photography, Reflections
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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. – Anaïs Nin
I love the way hydrangeas change from a pink to blue color when aluminum sulfate is added to the soil.
11 Monday Apr 2011
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© Lydia Hudgens
I know why families were created, with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed. – Anaïs Nin
I used to call a relative every week to catch up on the latest news, share craft ideas, and hear about a family who lived across the street from her and appeared to be blissfully perfect in every way.
From my end of the phone line without the visuals, I imagined a family similar to one portrayed in a J. Crew catalog – dashing, smiling, and engaging. With no more than my relations’ vantage point to go on, this family’s success stories, over time, began to gnaw away at my satisfaction with the day to day goings on in my own household.
Until those conversations, perfection was not something to which I aspired, but then, quite insidiously, perfection was something for which I yearned even though I knew it was as elusive and as ethereal as a cloud and antithetical to the things that made my family the happiest – creativity, originality, and spontaneity.
One day my relation contacted me to say that the mother of the perfect family had asked her eldest to fetch daddy for Sunday dinner. When the daughter entered the father’s den, she found him dead – hanging from the rafters. The mother and daughters moved away shortly thereafter and no one ever learned what darkness lay behind the family’s spit and polished exterior.
The illusion of perfection was shattered and has remained so for me since. I have no interest in chasing some ideal of perfection or near perfection and am quite content with the wabi-sabiness of my well-lived and well-loved life.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
