the right moment has always been my inspiration; it’s a matter of timing. not that i ever consider what will excite the pubic. if i were to do that, i would never take a picture. no, i just please myself.
— such wise words from the unparalleled helmut newton
The spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the late-afternoon light heavenly in its hurtfulness.
— The Fault in Our Stars by John Green… Such a luminous novel
Being in New York is like falling in love over and over again every minute.
(Tata New York… see you soon!)