Friday, January 30, 2015
He said that my aesthetic is of "myrrh and pomegranates, gold ceilings and saints, the Virgin Mary blue as the Mediterranean, old stone churches, lime trees, night open air cafes, sepia photographs of elegant grandfathers"...his words conjure a sort of embellished nostalgia, a sensuous daydream. How fortunate I am to experience such rapture at the blessing of his words.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
...that he dreamt of a woman sitting on a deep rouge upholstered sofa, a highball glass filled with Flor de Caña rum sweetened with Agave nectar and garnished with a clove, voices worn out by cigarettes and the late hour. What an atmosphere...what a woman...he imagined that she was me. That this was my aesthetic. Men. Such glorious creatures. <3