Brian Froud for the Labyrinth
if two people love each other, there can be no happy end to it
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Fall in the Forest
Ulrika Ekblom Styling Liselotte Forslin
Stephanie Pui-Min Law
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
Sylwia Makris Vogue Italia