The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

When Models Were Models #1

Jean Shrimpton

(my thanks to Richard Gibson for giving me the idea for this series)


Hans said...

... and Divas were Divas. The only Diva today I could imagine, were Nicole Kidman. But then...

F.G. Marshall-Stacks said...

Models used to create their own looks, style themselves, arrive clean and groomed.
Now, any shoot has so many 'stylists' the model could be anybody and get the same result.
Kate Moss is a supreme example of this.

Linda Evangelista is a great model because she has many different looks.
and Jerry Hall, she was so great.
Bailey and Tree.
Bailey and Shrimpton.
Bailey and Deneuve,
Bailey and Marie Helvin.

When that man dies, his funeral will have a gorgeous congregation.