Orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.

"September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret."

— Alex Theroux

My September mood board. These photographs reflect how I'm feeling these days. With the arrival of Autumn a melancholic air surrounds everything. September has had the most beautiful sunsets and some rainy days. As the Irish proverb goes: "Autumn days come quickly, like the running of a hound on the moor." 

When I'm on that mood I dream about being on a Château in Normandy, taking afternoon tea on the terrace, and I constantly listen to some good old jazz songs (specially to Coltrane and Davis), Nick Drake, Charlotte Gainsbourg's IRM, and a lot of instrumental music (from Bach and Mozart to Dustin O'Halloran). Also, I've been watching films from Tarkovsky, Rohmer and Bergman. These three directors have an ability to create gloomy atmospheres and somber characters with reminiscences from Romanticism that are perfect for this time of the year.

Ph.: Trevor Triano, the dreamers (2003), Andre Kertesz, love in the afternoon (1972), Joannablu, Monet's garden, Christopher Baker, Charlotte Gainsbourg for Self Service, twobirdsonabranch, Anna Karina, 'Boreas' by John William Waterhouse, solaris (1972), cuerposiameses

Last days of summer

 El atardecer del verano empezaba a envolver al mundo en su misterioso abrazo. El sol descendía a lo lejos, hacia el oeste, lanzando los últimos destellos de un día fugaz, destellos que se detenían amorosamente en el mar y la playa, sobre las rocas cubiertas de vegetación que contornean la costa. 

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 The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious embrace. Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the weedgrown rocks along shore.

—James Joyce, Ulysses.

Summer is fading away and while I read James Joyce's Ulysses and listen to Dustin O'Halloran and Frank Sinatra's Summer Wind, I feel transported to those beaches that Joyce talks about. I feel like listening to the sound of the waves, enjoying the last days of summer under the sun and strolling the white sand at sunset. 

Ph.: La piscine (1969), Georgia May Jagger by venetia scott, David Hamilton, Stealing Beauty (1996), François Halard, Jane Birkin, Kate Moss, Leroy Grannis, Grace Kelly by Howell Conant, Persona (1966), Summer Interlude (1951), Quentin De Briey

Explore, feel, adventure.

“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording. Yes, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

— Sylvia Plath.

I'm travelling at the end of this week, and these are the images that come to my mind when I have to pack for my summer holidays. Beautiful places I'd like to visit, and images that remind me of the small village where my father's family live, a quiet and bucolic place in the middle of nature where I'm gonna spend the next days. 

The photos belong to different people and tumblrs, as indicated below, but several of them are from Randy P. Martin, an amazing photographer I've just discovered. His work is mesmerazing, checkout his flickr here:

  Randy P. Martin. 

Ph.: the end of my existence, blueberry pie, nomoredramas, randy p. martin (1, 7, 11, 15, 21), 4thethrillofit, rainbowdiary, michelle fleming, oliver tsuji, nesanir-photography, roostblog, lucy laucht, julencin2000, hawaiian coconut