Friday, 13 September 2013

old words

I came across something I wrote two or three years ago, on a plain piece of paper, stowed away in a tiny drawer since then. I love that, discovering what went through my head in the past, in detail. There was one sentence on that piece of paper that stuck, and that I quite like the sound of.

"His allure lies in the ambivalence of his imperfections."

Photograph by Helmut Newton

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