Giambattista Valli Haute Couture Spring 2012
When you were as an angel in my arms,
Had laid your bare head just below my chin,
Your length pressed up to mine, entrusting charms
My whole youth’s starward longing could not win;
With still the murmur of your love in me,
Miracle-tones of all my lifelong hope,
I wished that there might start eternity
And seal forever that sweet envelope;
And as it did, my thoughts are now for you
As every star is blotted by the sun,
And so the sun itself
Has perished too,
And with it, every dream of mine
But one.
-Tom Merrill
Extinguish my sight, and I can still see you;
plug up my ears, and I can still hear;
even without feet I can walk toward you,
and without mouth I can still implore.
Break off my arms, and I will hold you
with my heart as if it were a hand;
strangle my heart, and my brain will still throb;
and should you set fire to my brain,
I still can carry you with my blood.
-Rainer Maria Riike
What a commentary on civilization, when being alone is being suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it - like a secret vice.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Stephane Rolland Haute Couture Fall 2011
Marchesa spring 2012
(via ZsaZsa Bellagio)
Elie Saab Spring/Summer 2011 Couture
John Tavener | “Funeral Canticle” (excerpt)
The complete piece here and here. More Tavener.
Thank you, silencesounds.
(Source: eibolzings)

