
Autumn (Wordsworth)
Wild is the music of Autumnal winds / Amongst the faded woods.


images that haunt us

Autumn (Wordsworth)
Wild is the music of Autumnal winds / Amongst the faded woods.



“Amidst the agony of flowers, the present never ends” – Yayoi Kusama


“I did ‘Salome’ as a purgative”, declares Nazimova. “The trash I had played made me sick with myself. I wanted something so different, so fanciful, so artistic, that it would take the taste out of my mouth”. Costume designs for Salome were Natacha Rambova’s (including the iconic wig).



Far up the porch there grew an Eastern rose,
Gown’d in pure white, that fitted to the shape,
Holding the bush, to fix it back, she stood,
A single steam of all her soft brown hair
Poured on one side. (Tennyson)



Song of the Open Road (1856)
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens;
I carry them, men and women ─ I carry them with me wherever I go;
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them;
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)
Walt Whitman



