Saturday, 21 November 2009






will i cease to be,
or will i remember
beyond the world,
our last meeting together?


Izumi Shikibu

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24 comments:

  1. Adelino Marques21 November 2009 at 02:43

    your secrets.....with a magic grain

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  2. Roxana21 November 2009 at 02:46

    even more so, the secrets of light and dark, of joy and sorrow, and their endless play together...

    thank you, Adelino...

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  3. Gabriel Stanciu21 November 2009 at 08:04

    Unul din cele mai bune portrete-nud vazute in ultima vreme. Felicitari, Roxi!

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  4. Anonymous21 November 2009 at 09:02

    but won't it be the first meeting, beyond the world?

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  5. Roxana21 November 2009 at 11:35

    :-)

    ce mă bucur, Gabi, mulţumesc că mi-ai spus!

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  6. Roxana21 November 2009 at 11:48

    anon, hello, perhaps the first meeting has never existed, they have always known each other.

    (sorry, a bit too melodramatic even for me :-) ah, how Izumi would look down on my pragmatic soul, what has the world come to, tsk tsk :-)

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  7. Plum'21 November 2009 at 12:39

    L'intensité du cinéma muet, l'émotion sans les mots, la tristesse sous le fard, la verité nue comme la peau.
    K'line

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  8. Roxana21 November 2009 at 13:48

    K'line, oui.

    ses lèvres sont serrées, nul mot ne déchire plus l’obscurité.

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  9. jeff21 November 2009 at 19:33

    Femmes secrètes...
    Ton jeu de lumière nous guide et nous amène, là, où tu l'as décidé !...
    J'aime dans cette photo ce côté films des années 20, cette esthétique fragile qui fait qu'à tout moments, tout peut disparaître ou s'accentuer ! Tu nous proposes une demi-teinte qui nous emmènent loin dans les extrêmes...!
    Es-tu de même Roxana, à fleur de femme que tu es ? Ou aimes-tu être femme secret, comme une fleur sécrète son parfum...?

    J'adore de plus en plus ce que tu fais et comment tu arrives avec quelques mots et, ( oh oui...) une si belle photographie, nous faire "voyager" très très loin dans notre imaginaire...;-)

    Roxana, je t'aime !...:-)
    Bises my dear !
    A bientôt femme secrète...

    Jeff

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  10. jeff21 November 2009 at 21:52

    J'oublais Roxana...
    Ta secret girl est quand même pas mal du tout ! ! ! Tu le lui diras...? OK ?...;-)

    Bises

    PS : Tu fais quoi quand tu viendras en France ?...;-)))

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  11. Anonymous22 November 2009 at 03:22

    If you dare to stop breathing for ten seconds...it is this the desire to remember which appears during that time - and as the breathing continues for ever, it is this the time one will remember.

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  12. A l a i n 22 November 2009 at 09:14

    Il ne faut pas Roxana, si c'est ton amie tu as bien de la chance; elle ressemble une femme des année 1930. Une fois que nous quittent les zones de confusion, il est possible d'expliquer en termes simples, c'est beau je ne vais plus plus loin.

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  13. S.22 November 2009 at 15:12

    Your touch lingers, an indelible press on the heart, and in my soul...

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  14. Peter22 November 2009 at 17:27

    i know you have different blood, in extremely positive & creative sense.., in interpreting the world through your own viewfinder..

    however the other thing
    i've been being amazed is how perfectly and delicately you are communicating with the object.. whether it's organic or not..

    amazing and lovely..

    * maybe because you have Nikon than Canon for me.. :ppp

    Good night ROXANA!!!

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  15. Owen22 November 2009 at 19:41

    Centuries of theatre condensed on a single pair of perfect lips, in a gaze intense like an approaching storm, what thoughts linger under that brow, what birds flutter in that breast... the queen of mystery has struck again...

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  16. Prospero23 November 2009 at 02:45

    Elle s’éteignit doucement avec l’éclat de ses yeux (De tes traîtres yeux) qui s'essouffla comme pendant les ardeurs de la canicule.

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  17. James Owens23 November 2009 at 17:35

    Lovely ... this image has something of the quality of one of those old, pre-war Japanese movies ... is it Osaka Elegy I am thinking of?

    As you say above, the interplay of light and shadow, joy and sorrow ... endlessly different and the same, endlessly fascinating, as it comes into being before your eyes, your eyes....

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  18. Roxana23 November 2009 at 23:36

    cher Jeff, j’espère que son “esthétique fragile” ne va pas être détruite par le feu du volcan immense de ta passion :-P
    donc tu es tombé amoureux du Pont et de ses femmes secrètes et ici, plus précisément, de cette jeune fille accablée de tristesse – j’ai un petit soupçon que tu ne peux jamais résister devant la beauté féminine et ses mystères, ou je me trompe ? :-P

    je vais lui faire part de ton enthousiasme, ne t’inquiète pas :-)

    bises, Jeff... oh, et merci pour le chant sauvage de ton amour fou, ce champs parsemé de ces innombrables petites fleurs blanches est si beau...





    Robert, that breath that would be used to speak of what the heart is filled with... you have taught me that.





    Allan, j’ai bien de la chance d’avoir pu la photographier, oui... mais surtout avec les portraits que je fais, j’aime inventer toujours des histoires, imaginer des univers possibles...





    S., i know. another reason why you are so precious to me, my dear.

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  19. Roxana23 November 2009 at 23:48

    hi Peter!

    i think you have touched on a very important topic in this comment, important to me at least: "how perfectly and delicately you are communicating with the object.. whether it's organic or not.." - yes, that communication (beyond anything the intellect can offer) is essential to me. thank you for noticing...





    Owen :-)

    "what birds flutter in that breast", i will remember this line...





    Prospero
    oui, tout doucement, si doucement que l'on aurait pu croire qu'il ne s'agissait que d'un rêve... que son être même était imaginé...





    James, this is one Mizoguchi i haven't seen, though i adore him. but of course i understand what you mean :-) it was my intention to give this feeling, it's all a matter of post-processing (now that the Logos has won over the Mythos, her legendary mysteries will start to decline :-)

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  20. Emese24 November 2009 at 11:23

    Cat de frumoasa e!

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  21. Roxana25 November 2009 at 01:07

    da, Emese, este :-)

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  22. mansuetude30 November 2009 at 17:28

    no ceasing
    why do we know so
    and go back and forth
    back and forth
    on the same thread, the fire stretches and we dance ... sing, wonder... praise...

    but i love the word "evening" and didn't know or remember till now.
    .

    .

    wonderful imagery.

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  23. Shuddho1 December 2009 at 23:50

    her face seems lit up like she is a ghost or angel; but her body is human enough...

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  24. Roxana4 December 2009 at 22:03

    Zuma, indeed, i have played a bit with the idea of suggesting something like a Noh-mask expressing sadness...

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