October everywhere…

Posted in Esoteric, October with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 18, 2017 by Mj Rains

He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary.

His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes

the dusky window.

~~ Henry James

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…a look at love

Posted in Writers with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 14, 2017 by Mj Rains

A look at Marcel Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past, in which the narrator tries to remember everyone he has ever known and things he has done or not done. He takes a look at love, the waiting, the celebration of moments and small pleasures.

Diane Ackerman writes in A Natural History of Love: As an adult, the narrator falls in love with a certain Albertine, a dark-haired, unremarkable-looking girl of the lower middle class (“let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination”) whom he adores, and who ultimately decides to leave him. She is fickle and runs off to carouse with both male and female lovers. He tries to entice her back by offering to buy her a Rolls-Royce and a yacht. She agrees, only to be thrown by a horse and killed before she has a chance to return. In much of Remembrance, the narrator obsesses about Albertine with a fascination as disquieting and automatic as a hacking cough. She is the central planet in an unknown solar system. Every object she touches offers a glimpse of a bright new world. 

Change of heart…

Posted in "Wit"icisms", Photography with tags , , , , , , , , on September 10, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Photo: Mj Rains, The Wit Continuum

September 9

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , on September 9, 2016 by Mj Rains

s-seedsWake me up when September ends…

Don’t hide…

Posted in Photography, Rumi with tags , , , , , , , on September 9, 2016 by Mj Rains

Don’t hide the candle

of your clarity. Stand up and burn

through the night, my prince.

Without your light

a great lion is held captive by a rabbit!

-Rumi, One Who Wraps Himself

From a Childhood

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2016 by Mj Rains

piano keysThe darkening was like riches in the room
in which the boy sat, almost hidden from sight.
And when his mother entered, as in a dream,
a glass trembled in the quiet cupboard.
She felt how the room  betrayed her,
and she kissed the boy: “Oh, you’re here?…”
Then both looked fearfully at the piano,
because some evenings she’d play the child a song
in which he found himself strangely deeply caught.

He sat very still. His great gaze hung
on her hand, weighed down by its ring,
as if struggling through drifted snow
it went over the white keys.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

From The Essential Rilke

All is coming…

Posted in Yoga Terrain with tags , , , , on July 13, 2016 by Mj Rains

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That’s what I do…

Posted in Anne Sexton with tags , , , , , , , on July 11, 2016 by Mj Rains


That’s what I do:

I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry – poetry is still first.    Cigarettes and alcohol follow.

~ Anne Sexton

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Hair heaven…

Posted in Fashion with tags , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2016 by Mj Rains

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hair heavenRachel Weisz

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hair heaven 2Hair Heaven

Samaire Armstrong

Samaire Armstrong

It’s time to contemplate the hair again…

Which do you like best?

 

Random Finds Saturday

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Game of Thrones…best episode…

Posted in Television with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 20, 2016 by Mj Rains

game ot jon and sansaSeason Six of Game of Thrones is giving us fans some love after the season five heartbreaks and all and all just everything bad happening that could possibly happen…I’ve added Season 6 Episode 4 to my list of great episodes. Besides Daenerys in this ep reminding us once again that she’s a real dragon, and queen of fire, our longing for Jon Snow for five long years looks like it’s finally coming to fruition. Starting here, when he finally sees one of his sisters after all the shit he’s been through (including dying, geez!)

game of thrones jon2And the guy can certainly rock the man bun, man!!

daenerys targaryen fire game of thronesDany full of her fire once again. Maybe she and Jon Snow will meet…next season??

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Vrksasana…Tree…

Posted in Yoga Terrain with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 3, 2016 by Mj Rains

tree pose 2Vrksasana…tree pose…my new favorite yoga pose…

Here’s why…

the spirit of yogaAbove all things, a tree is rooted to the ground; its  trunk, however tall or thin, short or broad, is utterly stable and secure. So it is with Tree pose.  It is the roots, the standing foot, that allow the trunk to stay stable and the branches to grow upward toward the sky.


Without roots, a tree would be carried off by the wind in its branches. And these solid foundations give trees longevity:  The oak and chestnut are capable of living for hundreds of years. A mature oak tree can weigh thirty tons, cover two-thousand square yards, and comprise twenty-miles’ worth of roots and branches.”

~~From The Spirit of Yoga by Kathy Phillips

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tree poseVrksasana, as its name implies, teaches you how to ground yourself.  Try to visualize your feet and toes lengthening along the ground like the roots of a tree…

tree roots

trees aboveTrees receive their nourishment
from both above and below,
from sunlight and from the water
in the earth.
~Judith Harris~

And so should we…

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Advice from a Tree:

Stand tall and proud
Sink your roots into the earth
Be content with your natural beauty
Go out on a limb
Drink plenty of water
Remember your roots
Enjoy the view!

~Ilan Shamir

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tree mythologyInspiring Celtic Mythology Link for trees

Black Dress #XXVIII

Posted in Girl in the Black Dress with tags , , , , on March 23, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Black Dress #XXVII

Posted in Girl in the Black Dress with tags , , , , , on March 18, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Even the false spring…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on March 17, 2016 by Mj Rains

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When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

~Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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A little green for the day…

Posted in Celestial Objects with tags , , , , , , on March 17, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Deep…and green…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Yes…cats are brilliant…

Posted in Cats in Art with tags , , , , , , on March 10, 2016 by Mj Rains

cats are brilliant

I AM COMPLETELY UNINTERESTED

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , on March 9, 2016 by Mj Rains

IN A LIFE WITHOUT MAGICK…🍏

Source: I AM COMPLETELY UNINTERESTED

Black Dress #XXVI

Posted in Girl in the Black Dress with tags , , , , , , , on March 8, 2016 by Mj Rains

black dressThinking spring with Black Dress no.26, vintage and chic…

Where there’s smoke…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 7, 2016 by Mj Rains

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picasso smoke

smoke…there’s fire…

Mood Board Smoke

Digging through the archives…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 3, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Sparks that cause fire…

Posted in A Wit's end Journal with tags , , , , , , on March 2, 2016 by Mj Rains


Up at 1:28 am this morning until whenever reading and jotting notes… Sleeplessness is not a gift, it’s a burden, unless you take the time and use it well…

Eight Essential tips on writing a short story…via Kurt Vonnegut…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 16, 2016 by Mj Rains

vintage typewriterKurt Vonnegut was certainly never dull…especially when giving advice to other writers. Here are his eight essential tips for a short story that I keep in mind every time my fingers stroke the keys, or my pen hits the clean white page…

  1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
  2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
  3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
  4. Every sentence must do one of two things – reveal character or advance the action.
  5. Start as close to the end as possible.
  6. Be a sadist. No matter who sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them – in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
  7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
  8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

For more great articles by Kurt visit Open Culture page. I’m heading for “How to Write with Style” next!

A fresh start…

Posted in A Wit's end Journal with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2016 by Mj Rains

walking in snowy forestThe day is gray, but the sky is white… I sit and watch the silky wisps of snow fall this early Monday afternoon…I experience it as a blessing, the sense of renewal the white will bring as it caresses the earth, creating a sense of a new beginning.

It is silent, comfortable, for a this moment, for a welcome change, I need not go anywhere…I can watch, type, get my work done right here, in front of my window, and let the February snow fall…

“It is never too late for a fresh start.” I read this in a little book I picked up yesterday, a book that was meant to find my hand at that moment, a blessed synchronicity on my own writing and spiritual journey that I started this year on January first. It says to be thankful for New Years, Birthdays, and Mondays, for each is the start of something new, each is potential to experience a clean slate in your life, to start a new path and to give you opportunity to search…or to be found.

Pause…
stop everything…for just a moment…and consider the invitation.

Do you feel a need for a new beginning?
Know that in any small aspect of your life, a fresh, new beginning is always possible…

Peace…

The work of Sonia Szostak…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , on February 10, 2016 by Mj Rains

p7One of my favorite young photographers is Sonia Szostak. Found her ages ago on Deviant Art. Her works are provocative, at times unsettling, and fashionably brilliant. Click link for beautiful slide show on her website. Below are a few more images I love.

o3pp1n3Let me know what you think…

Life with the lid on…

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Gemini novelist Elizabeth Bowen (1899-1973) was fascinated in “life with the lid on and what happens when the lid comes off.” She knew both states from her own experience. “When you love someone,” she mused about the times the lid had come off, “all your saved-up wishes start coming out.” In accordance with the astrological omens, I propose that you engage in the following three-part exercise. First, identify a part of your life that has the lid tightly clamped over it. Second, visualize the suppressed feelings and saved-up wishes that might pour forth if you took the lid off. Third, do what it takes to love someone so well that you’ll knock the lid off.

~Via Free Will Astrology

You are Love!!

Check out your inspiration for the upcoming week here...

Image: Francesca Woodman=Haunted Genius

The seeds of stories…

Posted in Thinking About Words, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 8, 2016 by Mj Rains


The seeds of our stories are planted within ourselves. We might jot down ideas in a journal or pour our hearts out on the page of a first draft in a highly personal and uncensored manner. We formulate our innermost thoughts and then record our experiences, or sketch fictional characters and plots. We reach down deep within ourselves and see what germinates. This is healing. – Tracy Strauss, Harnessing Creativity

Kissing the muse…

Image of Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke, Rolling Stone Mag 2012

Great spirits now on earth are sojourning…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2016 by Mj Rains

Keats3An excerpt from AUTOBIOGRAPHY by Benjamin Robert Hayden

KEATS

About this time (October 1816) I met John Keats at Leigh Hunt’s, and was amazingly interested by him prematurity of intellectual and poetical power.

I read one or two of his sonnets and formed a very high idea of his genius. After a short time I liked him so much that a general invitation on my part followed, and we became extremely intimate. He visited my painting-room at all times, and at all times was welcome.

He was below the middle size, with a low forehead and an eye that had an inward look, perfectly divine, like a Delphian priestess who saw visions. The greatest calamity for Keats was his being brought before the world by a set who had so much the habit of puffing each other that every one connected with it suffered in public estimation. Hence every one was inclined to disbelieve his genius. …

One evening (November 19, 1816) after a most eager interchange of thoughts I received from Keats his sonnet, beginning “Great spirits now on earth are sojourning.” I thanked him, and he wrote, “Your letter has filled me with a proud pleasure, and shall be kept by me as a stimulus to exertion. I begin to fix my eye on one horizon. The idea of your sending it to Wordsworth puts me out of breath. You know with what reverence I would send my well wishes to him.”

As I was walking one day with him in the Kilburn meadows, he said: “Haydon, what a pity it is there is not a human dusthole.”

Bright-Star-movies-9133146-1600-1000KeatsTLS: When did Keats become a great writer? Ask Gigante

Hear sexy Tom Hiddleston read Bright Star here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vlIXu9C3Hw

Walking outdoors while reading…

Posted in Books with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 21, 2016 by Mj Rains

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What Do Jane Austen’s Novels tell us about love and life today?
NY Times bookends

elizabethWalking outdoors while reading…

(Keira Knightley in Pride and Prejudice)

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The Empty Wine Bottle…

Posted in Theresa Duncan with tags , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2016 by Mj Rains

empty_bottles_in_woods_lunar_xmas_1The Empty Wine Bottle and the Bourgeois Poet

Cool article on a writer’s life via The Wit of the Staircase, Theresa Duncan.

Blogging and Chris Cornell…

Posted in Music with tags , , , , , on January 15, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Chris Cornell

chris cornell 3New favorite song for the new year…nearly forgot my broken heart…

A few thoughts…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 6, 2016 by Mj Rains

bookStill reading…still writing…actually re-writing a novel second time…

my styleWinter is here…almost…

tumblr_nzzwn2eUdA1uiaznio1_250Love Natalie…

black-white-apartment-ideas-wood-2A delightful space

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Somewhere…with a dog…

Posted in Fashion with tags , , , , , , on January 6, 2016 by Mj Rains

elite.styleNadja Bender by Cedric Buchet

An Annual of the Dark Physics

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 5, 2016 by Mj Rains


The Baltic Sea froze in 1307. Birds flew north
From the Mediterranean in early January.
There were meteor storms throughout Europe.

On the first day of Lent
Two children took their own lives:
Their bodies
Were sewn into goats’ skins

And were dragged by the hangman’s horse
The three miles down to the sea.
They were given a simple grave in the sand.

The following Sunday, Meister Eckhart
Shouted that a secret word
Had been spoken to him. He preached

That Mary Magdalene
Sought a dead man in the tomb
But, in her confusion, found
Only two angels laughing…

This was a consequence of her purity

And her all to human grief.
The Baltic Sea
Also froze in 1303–

nothing happened that was worthy of poetry.

~Norman Dubie
 

A new year…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 31, 2015 by Mj Rains

christmasEvery year around Christmas time I get this surge of inspiration with a new year coming… It is celestially late this time however and is falling completely on today, New Year’s Eve.

We don’t have big party plans (haven’t done that in ages) but we always do a movie (tonight it will be the new Star Wars flick, I may cry I’m such a nerd) and escape for a bit, eat something good, and drink of course! Tonight is no different. Felt my surge of inspiring thought during a tough, yet groovy yoga class this morning (fell apart emotionally during it, which I believe was a good thing) which enlightened my spirit and has left me…hopeful.

May the new year bring you more joy, creativity and inspiration than you thought possible.
My wish for all my dear Wit followers…

A few Wit-ful inspirations for today…

what im wearingWhat I’m wearing…wishes…

_quebec-city-quebec-cr-gettyIf there would be snow…I’d want it to look like this…

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paris Ice skating Le Grand-PalaisIce skating in Paris…

paris macronspretty things…

my white world

mala…see the beauty in every crack in the veneer of happiness…love every imperfection in humanity…hold the world’s aching sadness in the center of yourself. ~ Kino MacGregor, The Power of Ashtanga Yoga

yoga works“Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.” – Yoda

6 Reasons Why Yogis are Jedi Knights

Parisian-Apartment-soft-white-bedroom-with-black-accents-and-potted-tree2A place to love and dream…

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Happy New Year!

 

Wiederkehr

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , on December 30, 2015 by Mj Rains

 

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Wiederkehr

He only wanted me for happiness,
to walk in air
and not think so much,
to watch the smile
begun in his eyes
end on the lips
his eyes caressed.

He merely hoped, in darkness, to smell
rain; and though he saw how still
I sat to hold the rain untouched
inside me, he never asked
if I would stay. Which is why,
when the choice appeared,
I reached for it.

~Rita Dove

I sit and wait…

Posted in Art with tags , , , , on December 29, 2015 by Mj Rains

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Hunter and I Sit and Wait
by Susan Anderson

Nothing so lovely as a tree…

Posted in Theresa Duncan with tags , , , , , , , on December 29, 2015 by Mj Rains

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“…humans and woods are ancient partners of linked origins,

and could be so again…”

More here

via The Wit of the Staircase

Demeter, Waiting…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 28, 2015 by Mj Rains

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No. Who can bear it. Only someone
who hates herself, who believes
to pull a hand back from a daughter’s cheek
is to put love into her pocket–like one of those ashen Christian
philosophers, or a war-bound soldier.

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She is gone again and I will not bear
it, I will drag my grief through a winter
of my own making, refuse
any meadow that recycles itself into
hope. Shit on the cicadas, dry meteor
flash, finicky butterflies. I will wail and thrash
until the whole goddamned golden panorama freezes
over. Then I will sit down and wait for her. Yes.

~ Rita Dove, Demeter, Waiting

Images: Emilia Clarke, my edits
and Winter image via Pinterest

Only A God or A Woman…

Posted in Theresa Duncan with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 5, 2015 by Mj Rains

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“The Koh-i-Noor diamond was mined in India in around 1100 and probably originated from Golconda in the southern region of Andhra Pradesh. The shape and size of a small hen’s egg, the diamond attained a sinister mystique…

continued here

Random post from The Wit of the Staircase by Theresa Duncan

with you…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , on November 27, 2015 by Mj Rains

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with you…

i will fly

image: Brooke Shaden

Happy Thanksgiving…

Posted in Culture with tags on November 26, 2015 by Mj Rains

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Time to remember what we have been given, and what is to come…

and to be thankful for it all.

Peace…

Am writing…

Posted in NaNoWriMo with tags , , , , , , , , on November 25, 2015 by Mj Rains

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I still #am writing but alas
have lagged behind in NaNoWriMo word counts…

But my story still surges on, which is
ultimately, the most important thing to me.

I am thankful for taking on the challenge.
It has inspired me to write, write, and write more
instead of waiting for another day
(you know, the “tomorrow zone”)

Today = Writing

image: The Wit Continuum

 

Lispy bails out…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 25, 2015 by Mj Rains

 

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Here in the open cockpit
faceful of breeze
I sniff the winds of change.

Wooden wing struts and guy wires
lend a tentative support. You
look so brave out there, wind
whipped white frock and Florence
Nightingale cape.

Below, the dizzy patchwork map. I
can still hear your courageous last words,
a soft mixture of lisp and postnasal drip

as you step into the nearest available space,
a cloudbank of high hopes
one hand clutching your little nursebag
and the other the ripcord.

~ David Barker

image: Brooke Shaden

Departure…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , on November 23, 2015 by Mj Rains


Through the tres outside small

pieces of darkness fall like grace-

notes…

~from Departure by George Hitchcock

A Symbol of Peace…

Posted in Current events with tags , , , , , , , , on November 18, 2015 by Mj Rains

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“…when I put my brush on paper, this was the first thing that came.” ~ Jean Jullien

Meet the man behind the Eiffel Tower Peace Sign and how love, art and inspiration go hand in hand…

Peace…

Link: Slate Magazine

Chimney Sweeping…

Posted in Theresa Duncan with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2015 by Mj Rains

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The symptoms of Bertha Pappenheim and the explication of memories or “the talking cure” in psychology…

via: The Wit of the Staircase

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Myomancy…

Posted in Theresa Duncan with tags , , , , , , , , on November 16, 2015 by Mj Rains

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Myomancy…divination by the movements of mice…

The Wit of the Staircase
(post December 28, 2006)

Meet me for coffee…

Posted in Theme Thursdays with tags , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2016 by Mj Rains

z-coffee-mornMeet me for coffee…

z-coffe-spoonI only need coffee on days ending with y…

z-coffee-florence-welchFlorence Welch coffee style…

z-coffee-paris2Coffee in Paris…

z-charlotte-coffeeCharlotte Gainsbourg

z-coffee-lauren-bacallLauren Bacall

z-five-leaves-brooklynFive Leaves, Brooklyn

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