понедельник, 24 января 2011 г.

Pierro

Безнадежно влюбленный романтик, с суицидальными наклонностями.
Милый мальчик или
милая девочка.
Adolphe Mossa, Pierrot s'en va, 1906
Им нужна праздность дня, а ты замираешь в восторге,
на тысячу лет
когда незнакомка, случайно роняет свой взгляд на тебя.

воскресенье, 23 января 2011 г.

Madame D'Ora


(self-portrait)
Dora Kallmus (1881 - October 28, 1963) was an Austrian-Jewish fashion and portrait photographer who went by the name of "Madame D'Ora".


Born Dora Philippine Kallmus in Vienna in 1881, she came from a respected family of Jewish lawyers. In 1905 she was the first woman to be admitted to theory courses at the Graphische Lehr- und Versuchsanstalt (Graphic Training Institute). That same year she became a member of the Vienna Photographic Society. She trained at Nicola Perscheid's studio in Berlin, where she became friends with his assistant Arthur Benda.

In 1907 she opened a photography studio with Benda in Vienna called the Benda-D'Ora Studio. The name was based on the pseudonym "Madame d'Ora", which she used professionally throughout the rest of her life. She was popular among the Austro-Hungarian aristocracy, and their gallery was so popular that they opened another studio in Paris in 1924. Three years later she left Vienna for Paris and worked there for many years. In Paris, she became internationally known for her society and fashion photography during the 1930s and 1940s. Her subjects included Josephine Baker, Tamara de Lempicka, Alban Berg, Niddy Impekoven, Maurice Chevalier, Colette, and other dancers, actors, painters, and writers.


When the Germans invaded France she fled to a convent in the countryside. She returned to Paris in late 1946 and reopened the studio.

In 1959 she was involved in a serious traffic accident that left her an invalid. She died in Frohnleiten, Steiermark, Austria, in 1963

Tanita Tikaram

Parce qu'il tombe

Parce que tout s'interrompt
Parce que les mers
ne voient pas les bords
Parce qu'après et jusqu'à - rien
Parce que - l'amour dans mon coeur

Parce qu'il tombe
C'est pourquoi que - l'automne
routes jaunes - les feuilles, qui ont trouvé
la mort
et les taches de lumière de la lampe
dans les flaques gelant

Il m'est triste
Il m'est triste
Parce que j'aime,
Ce toujours triste pour moi,
quand je suis amoureux
Mais ce tout- la sentimentale
Toute cela la mélancolie

Parce que je vois,
comme la nature se meurt,
comme le vent balaie
les débris de journal,
Et comment puis-je savoir?
Non ta bras, la tenait quand cela ?

Et je ne peux pas arrêter les larmes,
quand je tous les la vois,
j'ai envie de pleurer ou mourir
Mais ce tout  - la mélancolie
Tout cela parce que j'aime,
Je amoureux du chagrin.