Stroke of Genius

If you knew me at all you would doubtlessly know that my wardrobe consists of various shades of grey and neutral tones. So, when I do wear colour, its added to compliment and deepen this palate. Colour is sometimes my edge. There is something very magical about this sequence of photos, though. They almost seem to have a story behind them; a liveliness, passion, intimacy and romanticism. Also, if you know me well, you may have noticed how completely feminist I have become as of late (only in a power to female identity kind of way) so I think that this has rubbed off on me artistically - especially in the interpretation of art, fashion, design, etc. etc. In other news I have been reading Lolita by Nabokov. It is witty, fiery, controversial, and romantic in the strangest of ways. I could continue on forever about how amazing this book is but I'll spare you, and you should just go and read it anyway. Here's an excerpt from the novel... This is something that I wish I could have read in English class. 

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns." (Nabokov)