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From burdened clouds of mournful grey...

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      Wednesday. And the promise of a rainy afternoon. While roaming the streets, letting the petite raindrops play through my hair, i discover this beautiful, cosy café. A unique little place,  Cafe Vintage  is where fashion meets art & passion.  Between the lovely teacups filled with apple & cinnamon flavours, the nice books or the exquisite selection of vintage clothes and jewelry, I completely forgot where I was and went back in time for a moment. It is like a magic corner wonderfully decorated and organised.  Photos by:  Emegha Eleode

Les années 1940

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 I have always been fascinated by 1940's style. When money and materials were limited, women created their outfits with hand-me-downs and old mended clothes. The 40's gave way to an explosion of glamour: from satin evening gowns to tailored skirt suits or sumptuous coats, women were alluring, exuding authority behind their silhouette. Photos:  B. Bhatt The 1940's were a brilliant decade for fashion. Hollywood's Golden Age stars – from Veronica Lake, Eva Gardner, Bette Davis and Joan Crawford to Rita Hayworth, Katharine Hepburn and Grace Kelly – dazzled in gorgeous gowns, while women across the West embraced a more ordinary, yet chic, look. Rue Rambuteau, Paris 1946, Willy Ronis   "Dinerettes and sodapops,   New blue bathing suite, Ruched tops and Cadillacs. Blue lake car to dunks,   Hop skotch, shit talk,   Alabama hard knocks, Motel dresslocks. We're gonna party,

Spring Transition

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  We're having such a warm and beautiful weather in London. The feeling that spring is just around the corner has set a more positive energy around me. As Voltaire would say, "I have decided to be happy, because it is good for myself". I took these photos on Friday; in a calming and relaxing mood, it was the perfect way to start another creative and productive day. I'm really excited and looking forward to the upcoming projects and events going on in my life. Stay tuned for continuing updates. Bisous x Photos by:  B. Bhatt

Adieu, Bill Knott

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Today is truly a sad day in literature. I am utterly shocked and regretful finding out that Bill Knott - one of my poetry idols, my model of a political poet, critic, contrarian, anti poet- is no longer living. Published under the pseudonym Saint Geraud, a name he found in a French pornographic novel, Bill Knott’s first book contained some of his most powerful and most quoted work, including two poems that could do double duty as epitaphs. Virtuosic with compact verse, Mr. Knott needed but three lines for his poem “Death”: Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest. They will place my hands like this.   It will look as though I am flying into myself. With eight fewer words, “Goodbye” is shorter still: If you are still alive when you read this, Close your eyes. I am Under their lids, growing black. Widely admired on the page and in the classroom, Mr. Knott taught at Emerson College for more than 25 years, published many books of poetry, self-publishe

Le Crépuscule du matin

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I love the night-time words, rain-filled streets & all-night city lights..and I like leaving.  Always having a permanent desire to explore, to learn about different cultures, to know more about everything and anything, I "get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop" (J. Kerouac). Quelquefois je peux être trouvé dans l'air, parfois dans les vagues de la mer, ou dans l'autopsie d'un rêve; sometimes i'm the reason certain people's eyelashes meet in order to sink slowly and catastrophically into nothingness, or I'm used as an excuse for a glass of red wine to be finished, but most of the time I can be found in an envelope as a letter from a passed day, or week, a month, or even years, when everything i wanted was to be placed on a bed-sheet or be identified with one, and be surrounded with books, oh yes, get lost in books and covered with words.  I've chosen my getaway city to be what Ezra Pound us