“L’Eveil du Printemps”
As spring is awaking... With beautiful Johanne.
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“La Solitude des Comètes”
With incredible Elke
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“ Dornröeschen ”
Sleeping Beauty inspiration shoot...
<< Year after year unto her feet,
She lying on her couch alone,
Across the purple coverlet,
The maiden’s jet-black hair has grown;
On either side her trancèd form
Forth streaming from a braid of pearl;
The slumberous light is rich and warm,
And moves not on the rounded curl.
The silk star-broidered coverlid
Unto her limbs itself doth mould,
Languidly ever; and amid
Her full black ringlets, downward rolled,
Glows forth each softly-shadowed arm,
With bracelets of the diamond bright.
Her constant beauty doth inform
Stillness with love, and day with light.
She sleeps: her breathings are not heard
In palace chambers far apart.
The fragrant tresses are not stirred
That lie upon her charmèd heart.
She sleeps; on either hand upswells
The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest:
She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells
A perfect form in perfect rest. >>
Lord Tennyson
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“Ever Fit the Frame”
<< I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. >>E. Brontë - Wuthering Heights.
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“Spine of Gaïa”
Fall within Nature, you’ll always find some comfort & shelter when everything’s Gone.
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“Les Matins de Nacre”
With Raphaëlle M & Argothe Couture
<< Viens, les heures d’amour sont furtives et rares…
Le jardin matinal est plein d’oiseaux bizarres.
Chère, je te convie à ce royal festin.
Je ne veux pas jouir seule de ce matin.
L’aube heurte le ciel comme une porte close.
Viens boire la rosée au cœur blond de la rose.
Bois la rosée ainsi qu’une fraîche liqueur.
Mon cœur est une rose et je t’offre mon cœur…
L’aube a des tons de nacre et des reflets de perle.
La joie est simple et rien n’est aussi beau qu’un merle.
Savourons cette ardeur un peu triste et pleurons
De sentir la clarté première sur nos fronts.
Viens, ma très chère…A l’est le ciel fardé chatoie,
L’herbe est douce aux pieds nus comme un tapis de soie…
Sans nous préoccuper de l’hostile destin,
Rendons grâces au ciel clément pour ce matin. >>
R. Vivien
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“Le Sourire des Fleurs”
Between peace & euphoria whith Spring coming...!
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“Helcaraxë”
These ice scupltures have something quite fascinating...
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“Hide & Peek”
Preview from my collaboration with Moondust & her gorgeous nordic-inspired jewelry from traditionnal Lapony.
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“The Birch’s Touch”
So moved & in love with these colors & contrasts. The Birch Tree has my absolute devotion & favor.
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“Le Coeur Suspendu”
The Virgin Vine blushed facing the bare trees.
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“Steppes by Steppes”
Shot taken by the helping hands of my friend & Jarl Ysambre Fauntography during a hike which was quite empirical :every single one of us was dressed in viking clothes. This experimental Saga was driven by La Compagnie des Loups de Midgard , my Herd.
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“Par Delà le Val”
Temps fort pour mon coeur & cher à ma mémoire...
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