1981

wax wane pull drone

I feel myself slip away and surrender to the secrets of the earth. I listen to the hidden whispers coil like roots underneath the soil. Words and poetry uttered to the quiet expanse of emptiness.

A storm of wishes crashing into ones heart Red as blood dripping from lips sweetly spoken Yet pierces like an arrow until all desire pales to hues;

There right there sprouts and blooms Of new life emerging, pushing through Of hope gleaming and Luminent blue while yellows of sunshine spill like soft champagne seas in the midst of this garden of unspoken dreams new.

— Warsan Shire, from House (2014) (via lunamonchtuna)

Rapture (1965), dir. John Guillermina

“Small Trades” by The Vintage Showroom

Guy Bourdin - Clothes by Christian Dior (Vogue Paris 1968)