NEWS

:Of the Triangle and the Moon:

Blackened days and silver nights / Golden lanterns flaming lights The blur of things and fight of dreams / The pain and tears and lack of faith A thousand stars a […]

Couleurs électriques

Tu n’impressionnes personne Dans tes Filas lamentables Douleur affective / Pullover eighties Couleurs électriques / Shoes de skate Etnies Salopette en jean / Galipettes en slip Produits mercantiles / Appuie-tête en […]

The Ynglinga Saga

For men of consequence a mound should be raised to their memory, and for all other warriors who had been distinguished for manhood a standing stone, a custom that remained long […]

Frondes Agrestes

Leaves motionless. The strong pines wave above them, and the weak grasses tremble beside them. – John Ruskin –

Butterfly Wings & Peacock Ore

Remember that the most beautiful things in life are often the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance. – John Ruskin – Stones of Venice I –

Augusta Perusia

The blood is dripping little by little along the stepping stones, and I am frightened to feel that I am dreamed, in the wind, by the impassive shine of the highest […]

Mon âme est la Forêt

My soul is the forest of which the dark foliage Is flooded, for you alone, with suave murmurs And golden rays! – Victor Hugo – Lorsque l’enfant paraît –

Le pâle Hortensia

Myrtho, enchantress, goddess, on my mind! Lofty Posillipo, that teemed with light; Your brow, awash with eastern splendour bright, Your golden tresses with black grapes entwined! In your cup, too, I […]

La Ronde du Sabbat

… And their steps shake the arches colossal and high, Disturbing the dead in their tombs close by. “Satan sees you, ha! With your coarse hands out-thrust, In the midst of […]

La Pedra del Diable

A menhir is a rude monolith set up on end, a great single stone, the base of which is buried deep in the soil. Thus “menhir” seems to be derived from […]

Tuesday, it gets better

I just realised I never posted these pictures from last summer, featuring Marion Fann by Diane Sagnier for 8 Days. Marion is wearing her Persephone necklace (sold out).

The Death of Baldr

They launched the burning ship! It floated far away – over the misty sea, Till like the sun it seemed, sinking beneath the waves. Baldr returned no more! – Henry Wadsworth […]