A photograph acquires something of the dignity which it ordinarily lacks when it ceases to be a reproduction of reality and shows us things that no longer exist. – Marcel Proust – A photoshoot I did last summer with my friend Émilie. Highly inspired by David Hamilton‘s powdery visuals, these are photographs I’ve been reluctant [...]
May magick infuse your life in 2013. Δ Δ Δ -m- original photo by Ampelopsis. – f r e n c h – Puisse la magie infuser votre vie en 2013. Δ Δ Δ -m-
In the Alchemists Guild. He pushed open a door. It was a large room, heavily outfitted with the usual badly ventilated furnaces, rows of bubbling crucibles, and one stuffed alligator. Things floated in jars. The air smelled of a limited life expectancy. – Terry Pratchett – Men at arms – My favourite thing about photoshoots [...]
May magick infuse your life, as one year ends and a new one blooms. Δ Δ Δ -m- – f r e n c h – Puisse la magie infuser votre vie, alors qu’une année s’éteint et qu’une autre s’annonce. Δ Δ Δ -m-
Nancy : Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the East – powers of air and invention ! Hear us ! Bonnie : Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the South – powers of fire and feeling ! Hear us ! Rochelle : Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the [...]
Light as a feather, stiff as a board … Light as a feather, stiff as a board … Light as a feather, stiff as a board … – The Craft – This is the part two of four of the under the pyramids x Ampelopsis The Craft inspired photoshoot ! See trailer here. All pictures [...]
Water earth air fire water earth air fire water earth air fire water earth air fire … Water water water … earth earth earth … air air air … fire fire fire … – The Craft – This is the part two of four of the under the pyramids x Ampelopsis The Craft inspired photoshoot [...]
Whose were the hands that upheaved these stones Standing, like spectres, under the moon, Steadfast and strange and solemn and alone. As raised by a Wizard – a king of bones ! And whose was the mind, that willed them reign The wonder of ages, simply sublime ? The purpose is lost in the midnight [...]
Or, since that hope denies in strife of life Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life, the evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints to-morrow with prophetic ray – Lord Byron – ▲ I just love these images by Ampelopsis featuring the boys of The Aerial and under the pyramids jewels. I think [...]
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong And hide from these days we remained all alone Staying in the same place, just staying out the time Touching from a distance / Further all the time Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio / Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio [...]