Marchesa fall 2012 rtw backstage
As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
Photographed by Laurence Ellis
This is the curse of drawing inward, and this
is how to die alone, by focusing on doubt
till it becomes a turbulent center in the skull,
a giant straw through which everything is sucked
like my mouth forming an “o”
through which all kisses disappear.
Mary Karr, “Predictions,” Abacus
Nymphomaniac: Vol. II (2013)
Dir. Lars von Trier