Femme Fatale con joyas Nicols.

Aquí tenemos la sesión de Femme Fatale, que llevamos preperando mucho tiempo. Algunas de las imagenes finales para los pocos privilegiados que miran mi blog. ;-) Muchas gracias a todo el equipo. Flo, por su belleza, su musica, sus ideas, su energia y su motivación, a Luis por ayudarme con la sesión, la luz, su apoyo y por aguantarme en mis peores momentos, te quiero con mi alma, a Marta por sus estilismos, su calma, y por poner en marcha unos elementos preciosos que han levantado la sesión, a Geno por su arte con el maquillaje y pelo, a Pablo por sus vestidos vintage incréibles, por su amistad y por dejarnos montar el caos de la sesión en su piso precioso y finalmente a Paul por movernos la sesión que saldrá publicada en breve. Sin vosotros no soy nada. A por la proxima, besos. Iona

Pregnant Floss

Luis, te quiero

María también es bella

Hay tanta belleza por todos lados.

There is so much beauty all around us.

Ana es bella

Ana, otra belleza que he tenido la suerte de fotografiar. Me esta gustando este proyecto.

Ana, another beauty that i have had the lcuk to photograph, I am liking my project.

Thanks you T.S. Eliot

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.

Camino a casa - 2006/2007

camino a casa, sola
saludando un desconocido del barrio de camino
me muevo rápidamente
ojeando algún guapo y me imagino flirteando con él
camino a casa, sola
respiro rápidamente
llevando una tensión dentro de mi
me acompaña mi música
y excluye el ruido de la ciudad
sueno mientras pienso en mi soledad
camino a casa, sola
miro la gente, a ver si conozco alguien
o si alguien le interesa por mi
me miran, sigo
camino a casa
la ciudad esta viva
grupos de amigos se lo pasan bien
siento vacía, sin fuerzas
la luna esta llena, pero no la veo
se lo tapa el paisaje de esta ciudad
me falta espacio y necesito descansar
camino a casa, sola

For Luis, calle madera, Madrid. August 25th 2007.

For Luis, calle madera, Madrid. August 25th 2007.

Snoozing on an august afternoon
I take a peek at you to see if you are awake
You open your eyes
and we smile

I cast my gaze down your body
the perfect contours
catch my eye
and awaken my desire

I cant sleep, so I get up
Leaving you rest in peace
Away from my nervous presence
like that of an attention grabbing child

A gust of wind blows the washing
I hung this afternoon on the balcony
A storm looms
And thunder roars in the distance

Sounds of televisions,
of slamming doors in the wind,
Cars beeping impatiently
and the hurried steps of a passer by

There is a tension in the air
A stillness, a longing
Like the feeling of waiting
The calm before the storm

You snooze, I go back and look at you
You are beautiful
Lying there
I go to the window

The antennas shiver on the neighbors rooftops
Im hoping the signal is being interfered
Who would be watching TV now?
When its such a simple pleasure, waiting for the rain.

let yourself be

Let yourself breath
Let yourself dream
Let yourself dance
Let yourself scream
Let yourself float
Let yourself know
Let yourself out
Let yourself flow
Let yourself love
Let yourself do
Let yourself give
Let yourself grow
Let yourself stay
Let yourself go
Let yourself play
Let yourself show
Let yourself open
Let yourself see
Let yourself heal
Let yourself be

Wisdom

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with other, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.