"As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life."

Charles Baudelaire

[The Image]

Poor faun about to die,

Reflect me in your eyes

And dance with my memory

Among the eternal shades.

Go tell the pensive dead

Whom my games would have pleased,

That I dream of them beneath the pines

Where small and clear I pass.

Tell them of my brow

Wrapped in woolen strips,

Of my narrow mouth and round fingers

Scented with grass and privets.

Tell them of my airy gestures

Moving like shadows

Rocked in gardens

By countless living leaves.

Tell them how my eyelids

Are often sleepy and slow,

How I dance at night while the wind

Ruffles my trailing dress.

Tell them how I sleep,

Arms folded under my head,

How my flesh is as gold

Around my violet veins.

Tell them how sweet to see

Are my plum-purple hair,

My mirror-like feet,

And my moon-colored eyes,

And tell them how in sultry nights,

Lying at the edge of cool fountains,

I felt desire for their love

And clasped their vain shadows...

Anna de Noailles

from "The Innumerable Heart" (1901)

[Equipments]

Canon EOS 5D

Canon EF 24-70mm F2.8L USM

Canon EF 50mm F1.2L USM

Canon F1

Canon FD 55mm F1.2

Holga GCFN