Cupid Labyrinth

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. 
— Jorge Luis Borges
by Nigel and I


Sunday, 8 December 2013

This is a record of melody, harmony and sophistication
Camera Obscura-Desire Lines 

favorite tracks:
This Is Love (Feels Alright)
William's Heart
 New Year's Resolution
 Cri Du Coeur
Fifth In Line To The Throne
Break It To You Gently
Desire Lines

Are Friends Electric?

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Midnight in the city
text by Al Harami aka Hussami
photos by me

A walk in the dark brings to light that, as it turns out, beauty is no more than a reflection; one that is altered over time. The days bring highs and lows... but in the middle exists a memory that is overprotective, and is to all the emotions it guards quite seductive. Should anything disturb the serenity of this union, then with a bit of luck all you get is a rage of Biblical proportions. The lows will have to bury themselves deep beneath the rain that runs through the valley when the clouds decide to have a party, while the highs will soar far beyond the walls of space where mannequins lie in the dark beginning to form a face.

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