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"Nos corps tombent toujours, peu importe d'où on se lance"
“Nos corps tombent toujours, peu importe d'où on se lance” - Jimmy Hunt (via etoilesdiluees)
"I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And..."
“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.” - Unknown (via psych-facts)
en-dansant-la-javanaise:
Serge Gainsbourg and his partner Jane...
en-dansant-la-javanaise: Serge Gainsbourg and his partner Jane Birkin in the courtyard of the French National College of Fine Arts, in Paris, photo by Jacques Haillot, January 2, 1969
en-dansant-la-javanaise: Serge Gainsbourg and his partner Jane Birkin in the courtyard of the French National College of Fine Arts, in Paris, photo by Jacques Haillot, January 2, 1969
sindrome-stendhal:
Last night moonMercedes...
sindrome-stendhal: Last night moonMercedes Werner________________________________________Duane Michals - Many Moons, 1989He writes: When I was a little boy, it seemed to me that there were many moons. My grandmother had a moon, as did my other grandmother. And we had a moon over our backyard too. My best friend Art’s moon shone through his window as he slept late at night. When we visited relatives in Chicago, they also had a moon. Everywhere we went, I would look up and see yet another one. Then one night when as we returned from grandmother’s house, I watched out of the rear window of the car and saw her moon follow me home.My grandmother’s moon was our moon. There was only one moon.Now the sky seemed so empty.
sindrome-stendhal: Last night moonMercedes Werner________________________________________Duane Michals - Many Moons, 1989He writes: When I was a little boy, it seemed to me that there were many moons. My grandmother had a moon, as did my other grandmother. And we had a moon over our backyard too. My best friend Art’s moon shone through his window as he slept late at night. When we visited relatives in Chicago, they also had a moon. Everywhere we went, I would look up and see yet another one. Then one night when as we returned from grandmother’s house, I watched out of the rear window of the car and saw her moon follow me home.My grandmother’s moon was our moon. There was only one moon.Now the sky seemed so empty.
m-as-tu-vu:
Linda Evangelista for Strenesse, F/W 1995ph....
m-as-tu-vu: Linda Evangelista for Strenesse, F/W 1995ph. Juergen Teller archivio.vogue.it
m-as-tu-vu: Linda Evangelista for Strenesse, F/W 1995ph. Juergen Teller archivio.vogue.it
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