we fell into ruin and rain.

Annemarie Schwarzenbach

gosh. i have, rather a dull life!

no great revelation, but this evening as i was dum-de-dumming round my house, eating ginger-nuts,
looking at pretty pictures on the internet, i came across this entirely fabulous woman
who i'd never ever heard of before, and who, after looking her up on wikipedia, had the effect,
of rather sort of making one feel that one wasn't quite making the most of ones time!


photographer, novelist, journalist, adventurer, androgynous beauty, morphine addict!
Annemarie Schwarzenbach.

bright young things

jolly good. aye what.

father chlo x

first roll of film i've taken in...years actually.
chlo in the city and chlo in the woods.

padre.

she wants candles married to her womb by the colour of a telescopic saint, so that all her children will be adventures in light.

mea.

the circus comes to town.

when i was in sicily i went to a circus that broke my heart.
the giraffe lopping round the ring .. hundreds of children shrieking. the chain at its neck.

sticky fingers. flashing toys. the sickly hippopotamus, the tranquilised tigers.

...a zebra made to prance like the village fool.

"elephante triste" i said to the little girl i came with. the elephant is sad.

balancing it's weight on a stool.

halloween colours/orange and black/on a summer butterfly

nature lover, or something.

i am not particular.

i like whatever
the sky happens
to be doing at the time.

-R.B



i would walk back across hell to get your hat.

i would
carry you across hell,
and
if you had forgotten
your hat,
i would walk
back across hell
and get it for you.

-R.B