Me Af Today

“Her ancient gestures, her perfume, the infinite intimacy of her rage,”

— Christina Peri-Rossi, tr. by Carol Thickstunt, from “The Bacchante,”  (via flaubertian)

Baroque corset by Joyce Spakman.

“She loves the wolf. She does not love the lamb. Not just any wolf. She loves the wolf that is capable of love. It is even more complicated: she loves the wolf who contains, hides or reveals an unexpected sweetness in his violence. The sweetness of the cruel is a greater sweetness.”

— Hélène Cixous, from Rootprints: Memory and Life Writing; “The Story of the Wolf who loves the Lamb he does not Eat,” (via atreides)

My parents’ greenhouse converted into a cozy place! Love to sit here on a rainy day and watch/listen to the storm.

My body needs it—the hot baths, the care, the soft water, the perfume, the warmth. I take on the colors of the flowers, the bloom, the delicacy. It becomes me.

Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diaries of Anaïs Nin 1939-1947

october blue (away) on flickr