Tuesday, March 22, 2011


This is still a monologue about beauty or at least the awareness of it.

A tangent/defining moment in a number of novels comes when a small photograph is revealed a lot of times the protagonist has hidden it. In these novels it seems that men have a study where no one can enter with locked drawers and hidden keys. In the silence of this holy space filled with books and leather and tobacco and the smell of male there is a picture. Here alone and with great ritual he carefully and lovely studied a image that would bring a grown man too tears.

credits for these images from the top : George Rodger, center John Patrick Dugdale, bottom : Phyllis Galembo.

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