Free man, always you will cherish the sea !
The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul
In the infinite unfolding of his blade,
And your mind is no less bitter pit.
You like to dive into your image;
You kiss her eyes and arms, and your heart
Sometimes distracts himself from his own rumor
At the sound of this indomitable and savage complaint.
You are both dark and discreet:
Man, no one has sounded the bottom of your depths;
O sea, no one knows your intimate riches,
You are so jealous of keeping your secrets!
And yet here are countless centuries
That you fight without mercy or remorse,
So much do you love carnage and death,
O eternal wrestlers, O implacable brothers!
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
The evil flowers. Man and the sea.
The beauty of a photograph is made up of three essential angles: the frame, the brightness and the sound. Lost on Atlantic. Work by Gokhan Altintas Photography produced in partnership with the airline “Virgin Atlantic” over the Atlantic Ocean in the direction of United States.