Your young hands didn’t rest,
And the scaffold you built was terrifying.
Everything you touched
Whatever you wanted to destroy—collapsed,
A life or death sentence in every word.
Backstage at Maison Martin Margiela Haute Couture Fall 2012
Ruin and Rising Collection ⇄ a fanmix for Aleksander Morozova (listen)
"Once more," he said. "Speak my name once more."
He was ancient, I knew that. But in this moment, he was just a boy - brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by an eternity.
His eyes fluttered shut. “Don’t let me be alone,” he murmured. And then he was gone. (listen)
Chanel’s Rouge Allure lipsticks, photographed by Frederik Lindstrom for Intermission magazine.
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold-hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Ferdinand de Saussure (via wodley
Marilyn Monroe poses for Harold Lloyd during a photo shoot at Marilyn’s Los Angeles apartment by Philippe Halsman, 1952