Friday, 21 February 2014

Big Pink

How to Draw a Picture 

Start with a blank surface. It doesn't have to be paper or canvas, but I feel it should be white. We call it white because we need a word, but its true name is nothing. Black is the absence of light, but white is the absence of memory, the colour of can't remember. How do we remember to remember? That's a question I've asked myself often since my time on Duma Key, often in the small hours of the morning, looking up into the absence of light, remembering absent friends. Sometimes in those little hours I think about the horizon. You have to establish the horizon. You have to mark the white. A simple enough act, you might say, but any act that remakes the world is heroic. Or so I've come to believe. 


  Photos by A Pink Moon Camera

Text is an excerpt from Duma Key - Stephen King

Wearing shirt similar here, bambi skirt Monica, coat similar, Valentino  rockstud heels, Celine bag
                                                                                                           
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6 comments:

giotared said...

αυτό το καρέ, ναι.
Και φυσικά μου αρέσει το σύνολο. Πάντα μου αρέσει το σύνολο.

prettynyummy

Jorge Barceló said...

Love the look!

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:)

Theresa said...

I love that excerpt you posted. And this outfit is such a beautiful mix. I love the tones and textures and how everything just blends together seamlessly. Lovely pics.

xTheresa

The Habit

Daniella said...

A Beautiful post by a beautiful person! I love your hair Eleni, it suits you wonderfully :)

Take care,
Daniella xx

Xeni said...

Your Valentinos are killing me..
Great Look, very unique!

Xeni
www.stylelove.gr

M.from barefootcloud said...

When a post becomes poetry..
Beautiful work..
truly beautiful work.
M.

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