“How hard it is to be a beautiful woman.”
To a passerby:
The noisy street was sceaming around me.
Long, thin, in great mourning, majestic pain,
A woman passed, with a lavish hand
Lifting, swinging the scallop and hem;
Agile and noble, with his statue leg.
Me, I drank, tense like an extravagant,
In his eye, livid sky where the hurricane germinates,
The softness that fascinates and the pleasure that kills.
Lightning … then night! – Fugitive beauty
Whose gaze suddenly made me reborn,
Will I only see you in eternity?
Elsewhere, very far from here ! too late ! never maybe!
Cause I don’t know where you’re running, you don’t know where I’m going
O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!
The beauty of a photograph is made up of three essential angles: the frame, the brightness and the sound. The Flowers of Evil, work by Gokhan Altintas Photography produced with his Muse Charlotte Mequignon.