Sonnet 54

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem

for that sweet odour which doth in it live.

The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye

as the perfumed tincture of the roses,

hang on such thorns and play as wantonly

when summer's breath their masked buds discloses:

But, for their virtue only is their show,

they live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,

die to themselves.

Sweet roses do not so;

of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:

and so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,

when that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.

- William Shakespeare

Ph.: natalie nguyen, the dreamers, olga onischenko, abby powell, the virgin suicides

I see people going down

I'm feeling totally down, with a little headache. I've spent the morning in the
beach, it's being a sunny day but not too hot. I just want to lay in my bed or sit on the balcony and have a smoke and breath the fresh salty air... but I can't. I've gotta be on my desk to study International Law. It sucks. The only thing that makes me feel better right now it's a glass of Lipton ice tea, and listen to some music. It would be perfect if a guy like Gainsbourg played the piano for me, just like in the picture, but since that's not gonna happen, I'm content with listening to this song:

Ph.: Sarah Hermans, Sophie Van der Perre, Gainsbourg & Birkin

I love you

Ah, you've got such understanding ways
I believe everything that you say

When I think of all the things we've done
and we haven't even yet begun
Smiling faces not forgotten 'cause
I love you

Photos: Chris Craymer, Gainsbourg & Birkin, Paris, je t'aime, Lina Scheynius