for scientific reason

“All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. 

For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems...

 But all these stars are silent. You-You alone will have stars as no one else has them... 

In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars will be laughing when you look at the sky at night...

You, only you, will have stars that can laugh! And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me... 

You will always be my friend. 

You will want to laugh with me. 

And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure...

 It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh” 

- the little prince - 

photography by margaret durow and me

boy in the stars: simon  

conte philosophique

We lived in an Evelyn Waugh novel today, took each others hands and walked through botanical gardens hidden between ruinous industrial areas. We talked about art, wine and the beauty of heartbeats. We crowned our fairy queen and listened to the conversations of people walking by as we wanted to remain in silence. 

We were magical creatures, beautiful with that epicene quality that sang aloud for love and withers at the first cold wine.

It may not have been the first day of an early summer, but it was the first day unburdened by the echo of a long lasting winter.

photography of days like literature and pastel ice-cream-dreams:

lena 

and parker fitzgerald for kinfolk-mag#7

Schmetterlingsnetze

 

Smokerings slowly drifting away and apart are maybe the purest image of a captured moment. Fragile, transfigured and gone in a blink.

Like time, music and smoke moments often blend together and this distinct fusion gives them the final perfection.

photography by allison scarpulla and me