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Month: April, 2010

Two Countries

Here is a long time favorite of mine. I think it speaks so eloquently to the human experience; to the weakness that lies beneath the strength of being a solitary island. I still get tears in my eyes every time I read this. I suppose that is as much an observation of my own character as it is of the authors. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do!
Xo
K

Two Countries 

Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched,
a gray tunnel of singleness,
feather lost from the tail of a bird,
swirling onto a step,
swept away by someone who never saw it was a feather.
Skin ate, walked, slept by itself,
knew how to raise a see-you-later hand.
But skin felt it was never seen,
never known as a land on the map,
nose like a city, hip like a city,
gleaming dome of the mosque
and the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope.
Skin had hope, that’s what skin does.
Heals over the scarred place, makes a road.
Love means you breathe in two countries.
And skin remembers–silk, spiny grass,
deep in the pocket that is skin’s secret own.
Even now, when skin is not alone,
it remembers being alone and thanks something larger
that there are travelers,
that people go places larger than themselves.

by Naomi Shihab Nye

Watercolored Natalia

Model: Natalia Vodianova
Magazine: Vogue – May 2010, China

Guinevere van Seenus: A White Story, Vogue Italia April 2010

Woman On Top (Warning: Full Nudity)

Model: Eliza Sys
Photographs: David Bellemere
Magazine: S Magazine – Pre-Fall – #9

Love : The Only Thing That Stays

 

To A Box Of Shirts

“You wear white shoes… I forget where I met you. I forget the first time I saw you naked. I forget what we fought about the weekend in April when we went to your parents.
I see your two front teeth when I drink milk. I remember how they hate the cold. I get a whiff of you the subway and cozy up to a warm stranger; just for a moment, just to be with you again. I have a single dress sock that was forgotten under the sink in haste. Sometimes I slip it on and wear it around under my boot all day. I imagine that I glow when I have this secret. I giggle periodically, envisioning how the sandwich artist at the deli would react if he knew I was wearing only one sock… and that it was a size thirteen, argyle, men’s dress sock.
Last night was Tuesday night, so I cooked lasagna. You know how I hate lasagna but we’ve gotten used to having it on Tuesdays after the gym. I find myself cooking it and leaving it on the counter to be devoured by the cats.
I got a call from your sister last week. She was wondering if I still had your box of summer clothes, and if she might have a few shirts for her boys. I lied and said I gave them away. She wouldn’t understand that I still need every single one of them; that I’m so afraid of the day they start to smell like me.
I forgot to remember where I met you…and now I can’t ask.”