We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. – Oscar Wilde
I was utterly and pleasantly seduced by all that was Dublin these last two weeks.
They took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
from The Harlot’s House by Oscar Wilde
Where did that lustful lover go?
Model: Maksim Zaitsev