Your Days Are Your Sonnets
Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.


"The same evening I had dinner at Hedy Lamarr’s. Framed by mountains, her wooden house evoked her native Austria. There, on her terrace, which seemed to float over the canyon, she appeared, dressed in red, her black hair flowing. She was a vision of sensuality, with the nose upturned just enough to keep her from being too beautiful." - Jean Pierre Aumont (x)

One of my favourite people!


"I’m trying to distance myself from the idea that youth is the best time of life, because a lot of my friends are really anxious about growing older. I’m studying classical drawing, which helps. It really slows things down. We can work an entire month on a single drawing. And I don’t plan on reaching my peak before the age of fifty."