"In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines,
lived twelve little girls in two straight lines …”
~~ I’m hooked on a feeling ~~
Ninja ~ out of the Age of Steam
Warrior from the Edge of Time and Beyond the Seam of Space. Powered by an unknowable source. Animated by Spirits Great. Guided by the Hand of Fate.
Photographer: C’est moi
Photographer’s Assistant: Judith Turano
Model/Couture/MUA: Tithann Thanh
Strobist Info: Elinchrom BX500Ri into bounce umbrella over camera
(Source: Flickr / christophersoddsandsods)
You kinda look like that avatar girl.
I get that a lot.
He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the mid afternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.
My ten personal favorite artworks by JC Leyendecker. It is interesting that many of them happen to be Easter illustrations!