Tilda Swinton by Tim Walker for W August 2011
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My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream, you understand, but the whole radiant flock of them together—with their rainbow wings, iridescent, bright, soaring, glorious, sublime. They are dying before the steel javelins and arrows of a world of Time and Money.
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This is just “Out of Control” beautiful.
A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.
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Letter One. Paris. February 17, 1903
Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small,transitory life.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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“Le monde entier dépend de tes yeux purs”
Paul Eluard
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It creates a visual connection between who I am and what the others see. It makes me feel safe and secure to think that others may understand me better through the image I put forth. For me, it doesn’t depend on who I’m with or what I’m doing; dressing in a sophisticated and feminine way is something too natural for me to detach from.
Where there is a crowd, run the other way and you’ll be right.
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And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
Turns out the real reason for growing up
was to learn what to do with suffering.
Not being surprised was the answer.
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