Stumbleine | Cherry Blossom
Backstage @ Luar Zepol Spring/Summer 2015 | New York Fashion Week | Photographed by Hadar Pitchon
It’s September: I’ve moved into town,– Cynthia Huntington, from “The Attic,” The Radiant (Four Ways Books, 2003)
into the attic of an old barn—a big open room I reach
by climbing a ladder that rises through a hole in the floor.
The room is long and high, with windows at each end,
a row of skylights that leak rain, and shake
and chatter in the northeast winds. I sleep beneath
the roof’s steep pitch, my mattress flat on the boards,
looking up at the high ceiling, where morning
diffuses downward in grains of bright dust.
This was the old painter’s studio.
The light in those famous canvases is still here
—he couldn’t carry it away with him—
though his paintings took away everything else,
opening space with a stroke of blue or yellow.
I think of his violent loves, the stories
they still tell about him here.
But how quiet and alive his paintings were,
how they quiver with the life not yet realized.
London roots: Naomi Campbell with Tinie Tempah in the Brixton shoot for Vogue Sept 2014
We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.– Pema Chödrön (via purplebuddhaproject)
The more boundless your vision, the more real you are.– Deepak Chopra