i’ve let you devour my innards so that not even i can make use of the leftover carrion .
Author: noavi
my good friend TINKO CZETWERTYNSKI took this shot outside of the grand hotel in milan, italy .
the ink color is great on her skin ,
and it’s all just so romantic .
check out the incredible photography and film service TINKO provides
CHARLOTTE and ANA, my newest french loves .
h-21, eye of dawn, margaretha zelle, MATA HARI
many were her names
the prototype of the femme fatale.
a kiss to her executioners
“harlot, yes, but traitor, never.”
mark mothersbaugh in one of my favorite photos .
perfectly encapsulating the disinterested gaze .
a musician’s true love, first and foremost, will always be music.
welcome home, MARIA
une partouze des mains
daughter of a ROTHSCHILD, and a member of the free french forces during WWII, baroness PANNONICA de KOENIGSWARTER was a patron of the new york jazz scene in the 1950s, as well as a confidant to its greatest musicians.
in two red leather HERMÈS notebooks, “NICA” transcribed the responses of three hundred jazz musicians to the same singular question, and included along with those often phonetically typed notes, a polaroid that she took herself .
all images courtesy of hermes.com
more: BLAKLEY, LOCKJAW & COLTRANE (3)
unintentional grocery store art
kinda like the visual equivalent of a JOHN UPDIKE short story.
the morning i got up to begin this book i coughed . something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me . i broke the thread which held it and yanked it out . i went back to bed and said: i have just spat out my heart .
there is an instrument called the quena made of human bones . it owes its origin to the worship of an indian for his mistress . when she died he made a flute out of her bones . the quena has a more penetrating, more haunting sound than the ordinary flute .
those who write know the process . i thought of it as i was spitting out my heart .
only i do not wait for my love to die .
– ANAÏS NIN, house of incest
“who could change the hearts of men?”
let me worthily defile the pages
above quote by HENRY MILLER