Tuesday, December 8, 2009

on how to stare at your plate.

blouse, Hermès. rose, from mother's garden.


pointless dinner party after dinner party.

child, you're strange, whispers the baroness's eyes across the dinner table, but I'd rather be strange than forever ordinary.
the evening progresses; I sit immobile as my sisters charm the rest of our guests.

8 comments:

  1. Don't get me wrong but your family seems far from ordinary...

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  2. How can someone seemingly doomed to a life of snooty aristocracy somehow become the blogging black sheep?

    Feels like a story, I might add.

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  3. you see my life as a story?
    I never really thought of it that way. I guess I always preferred writing in this way. but if you want it to be a story, then I suppose that's alright.

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  4. I'm intrigued...
    Must say I adore your style of photography...they are self portraits right?! Hauntingly beautiful!
    I'm so glad you dropped by, thanks~

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  5. great picture!

    I tought your post was a fregment from a book or something

    Saludos,
    Clau!

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  6. fab photo.
    have a sweet weekend, xoxo

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  7. I also believe it's better to be strange than to be ordinary.

    Judith
    http://couture-and-beauty.blogspot.com/
    ps: thanks for your sweet comment!

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