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August 2, 2012

EXCLUSIVE | ‘Plain Air’ | Francesca Pisano By Adolfo Valente For The Libertine | August 2012

Nothing is as fresh as a woman’s unadorned sensuality, and that’s the essence of this dreamy editorial: ‘Plain Air’. Bathed in natural light and soft, billowing fabrics model Francesca Pisano bares her vulnerable side for the lens of photographer Adolfo Valente. Reminiscent of the hazy photography of the legendary David Hamilton, the editorial sweetly seduces with it’s golden light and twinkling scapes. Enjoy!

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May 20, 2012

The Governor

You brake my spine,
You take the ribs,
You eat whats mine
and leave the pits,

My butchered heart
you fed your dog,
I tried to run
but choked on fog,

I wanted freedom,
fresher air,
I begged and begged you,
You couldn’t care…

You drank my sorrows,
tapped the river,
opened veins
and made me shiver,

Underground
With hate I cursed you,
In your arms
I kissed and nursed you,

Keeping count
it drove me mad,
so I relinquished
dreams I’d had

Content to sleep
aside a phantom
You stole my will
and kept the ransom

You hardly knew
who I could be
before you made
a ghost of me…

-Kate Van Raden

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May 16, 2012

Shadow Valley

Wake up,
Collapse that camp and come home,
My huntsman, you’ve left me
sleeping alone.
Stow your wicked bow,
let that stag see the spring,
Don’t pierce my sweet robin’s breast,
I need her long to sing.

I wanted to beg you,
‘Sacrifice the things you love for me’;
I couldn’t conjure up the words,
so I waited for my solitude
and spoke them to the sea.

One of us must buy this love;
one must pay for the other’s heart.
One must cross the river…
wade the rapids to the other’s side
but you cannot spare a sliver
and I, long ago, surrendered pride

Yes, we pay the best things dearly
only fear is free
You’ve so long carried just yourself,
I suppose it must be me…