he’s playing him like a fiddle

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paris, i miss you … not because you are gone, but because you taught me often to see. to pause. to listen to the murmurs of space. these photographs are fragments of that conversation … small attempts to hold onto the fleeting poetry of light, reflection, and time.

walter benjamin’s arcades project often returns to me when i walk through these passages … his idea that the arcade is both a dream and a ruin, a place where modernity reveals its ghostly aura. in these images, i recognize that same melancholy radiance.

the second photograph is denser, more layered … a bookshop overflowing with paper and dust, the cracked marble under my shoes, the smell of old ink. i felt a deep tenderness for this scene, as if it held all the unfinished stories of those who had passed before me.

… between the public and the private, the intimate and the monumental. it felt like walking through an interior landscape of thought.

in the first image, i remember the stillness most of all … the narrow corridor of the passage, the soft echo of footsteps, a couple alone with theit drinks. above the glass roof gathers the grey light of the city. everything seems to breathe slowly. i was drawn to that fragile balance …

besitz und vertrieb > gefängnisstrafe ohne bewährung

ich habe paris gelesen : )

♥︎♡

originally posted on bluesky with the intention to vanish, i chose instead to let it remain, like a fleeting moment allowed to settle, quietly, into permanence.

- scarlet -
gardens by the bay singapore
01 05 2025 14:56

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two delicate flowers of cordia sebestena, also known as scarlet cordia or geiger tree, linger against a backdrop of textured leaves, their pale, crumpled petals softly catching the light.

♡

merci bien : )