Wednesday, 11 August 2010

1st face:Hedi Slimane.

He captures images of raw youth and beauty, recklessness, and early or foreshadowed decay.
How can anyone forget his adolescent years: the surge of awareness, the melancholy and yearning, the squirming joy, and the inner scream?
There is of course play, quiet sundry moments, reverie on Hollywood and fame, music, and many other personal impressions and imprints.
It is fascinating to see through the eyes of one person a world according to his opinions, emotions, and dreams. In this way, Slimane's photographic journal is complete.
Hedi Slimane's Dior Homme was the distillation of his diary, a flurry of images and memories that came together, folded their wings, and dripped inspiration on fabric.














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Jeff Bridges.

Jeff Bridges.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it

i cat you.

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.