The next time you’re in a public place — a coffeehouse, a park, a store — observe the people around you. Pick a person, a couple, or a group, and imagine what their lives might be like.
Category: female beauty
moments of joy we shall remember
It was January, the ground was frozen. You were walking a few steps ahead, I could see the little steam cloud of your breath through the lens. Then you turned round, looked at me, and your smile illuminated the scene: it said “I love you and this is a great day”. How beautiful you are, and how nostalgic I am for all those instants, then, now, and in all our futures. I adore you.
“Par instants, dans les yeux d’Albertine, dans la brusque inflammation de son teint, je sentais comme un éclair de chaleur passer furtivement dans des régions plus inaccessibles pour moi que le ciel et où évoluaient les souvenirs, à moi inconnus, d’Albertine.” Marcel Proust – La Prisonnière
[From time to time, in her eyes, in the sudden warming of her skin, I felt as a summer lightning, briefly crossing inaccessible regions, more remote for me than the sky, and where sailed her memories, to me unknown.]
It was the first day of summer, windy and a little overcast, the city full of people, tourists, commuters, ghosts… I met Nina near the Apple store – why is it that that iconic place on Regent street always comes my way?
Stunning is not enough: Nina’s more than beautiful, graceful, and intense, her eyes are mesmerising. We talked. Then we walked, through those busy streets. The river welcomed us. South-bank was busy, as ever. I looked at Nina through the lens, keeping quiet: she’s a great model.
Model: Nina Sever