If I had a daughter, against all advice to the contrary, I would tell her she is beautiful. I would also tell her she is clever, important and capable of great love, but I would still insist she is beautiful. Some feminists believe that claiming the label of beautiful means women are striving to meet some predetermined… Read More
Within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is, will be and ever was.
I see taking a self-portrait as something that counteracts the ‘inner gaze’. By taking a photo of a moment frozen in time, we are given the opportunity to view ourselves from the outside — to contemplate the ordinary and familiar as a work of art, and a thing of unique beauty.
I think I’ve been trying too hard. So this morning I got up and took a photo without doing anything to myself at all.
When Conchita Wurst appeared on stage in a gold lamé gown, her eyes fringed in thick black eyelashes, her hair in long gentle waves, and her chin covered in a dark beard, she wasn’t a circus freak, she was a gorgeous, strange, mesmerising human being.
An English naval officer was marooned on a remote island in the South Pacific. He had befriended a native man to whom he was constantly trying to prove his superiority. For the Englishman, everything was a contest. This puzzled the native, for whom life was fun, like a game. One day the Englishman, in a… Read More
