Hey girlies!
This one is for you. Hardly any time for updates lately but here's to you lovelies who follow this space! I know for most of you school term is about to hit its climax. For those of you bemoaning that the only thing going down on you this year... is your GPA, take heart! Su has found a verse just for you (:
Was thinking about this Tennyson poem on the way to Alyssandra's shoot on Saturday and found it inspiring. It had such gravitas... turns out it was read out in the latest Bond 007 movie. I dedicate this to all my friends feeling much older than they look.
This one is for you. Hardly any time for updates lately but here's to you lovelies who follow this space! I know for most of you school term is about to hit its climax. For those of you bemoaning that the only thing going down on you this year... is your GPA, take heart! Su has found a verse just for you (:
Was thinking about this Tennyson poem on the way to Alyssandra's shoot on Saturday and found it inspiring. It had such gravitas... turns out it was read out in the latest Bond 007 movie. I dedicate this to all my friends feeling much older than they look.
Strange Strangers
A rugged middle-aged couple, wild horse ranchers in the hills of Ibiza. My friend Tom and I drove for hours along winding dirt roads in search for their horse-riding reserve. We saw them at a cafe. They took us to the plains.
We lounged with them in a little shed they had built themselves. Time stood still in this place. There were no clocks. We sat, and looked at our hosts. In the simmering light, they seemed weathered, but undefeated. Their eyes, though wrinkled, flirted with beauty, flirted with us. In between long exhales of smoke, the couple recounted their reckless youth, of drugs, lovers, wild parties and exotic travel. Occasional bursts of hysterical laughter and teasing on their side. It seemed as though their souls stood outside of time, outside its ravages, outside its decay; young forever.
At about 5pm Ibiza time, lazing atop the stunning Spanish mountains, they suddenly concluded: "life is a struggle!"
Then they kissed.
I looked at Tom, and he looked at me. And we marveled at them. At dinner we raised our glass to an amazing couple, who were past the bloom, but not the vigor of life.
Strange Strangers
We lounged with them in a little shed they had built themselves. Time stood still in this place. There were no clocks. We sat, and looked at our hosts. In the simmering light, they seemed weathered, but undefeated. Their eyes, though wrinkled, flirted with beauty, flirted with us. In between long exhales of smoke, the couple recounted their reckless youth, of drugs, lovers, wild parties and exotic travel. Occasional bursts of hysterical laughter and teasing on their side. It seemed as though their souls stood outside of time, outside its ravages, outside its decay; young forever.
At about 5pm Ibiza time, lazing atop the stunning Spanish mountains, they suddenly concluded: "life is a struggle!"
Then they kissed.
I looked at Tom, and he looked at me. And we marveled at them.
A rugged middle-aged couple, wild horse ranchers in the hills of Ibiza. My friend Tom and I drove for hours along winding dirt roads in search for their horse-riding reserve. We saw them at a cafe. They took us to the plains.
We lounged with them in a little shed they had built themselves. Time stood still in this place. There were no clocks. We sat, and looked at our hosts. In the simmering light, they seemed weathered, but undefeated. Their eyes, though wrinkled, flirted with beauty, flirted with us. In between long exhales of smoke, the couple recounted their reckless youth, of drugs, lovers, wild parties and exotic travel. Occasional bursts of hysterical laughter and teasing on their side. It seemed as though their souls stood outside of time, outside its ravages, outside its decay; young forever.
At about 5pm Ibiza time, lazing atop the stunning Spanish mountains, they suddenly concluded: "life is a struggle!"
Then they kissed.
I looked at Tom, and he looked at me. And we marveled at them.
At dinner we raised our glass to an amazing couple, who were past the bloom, but not the vigor of life.
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