Even the sweetest rose has thorns.
“Jean Prouvaire was in love; he cultivated a pot of flowers, played on the flute, made verses, loved the people, pitied woman, wept over the child, confounded God and the future in the same confidence, and blamed the Revolution for having caused the fall of a royal head, that of Andre Chenier. His voice was ordinarily delicate, but suddenly grew manly. He was learned even to erudition, and almost an Orientalist. Above all, he was good; and, a very simple thing to those who know how nearly goodness borders on grandeur, in the matter of poetry, he preferred the immense. He spoke softly, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was very timid. Yet he was intrepid.”
finally found this original on facebook…. unfortunately, the rest from the shoot are only available as these small thumbnails. I *HOPE* he decides to use and/or print a few of these… they are stunning!
I love them
Killian, your hair? what?
also - Earl - try to look a little less excited there, darlin’.
APPARENTLY KILLIAN’S TEAM BEAT NICK’S TEAM.
DID YOU CRY JONAS? DID YOU CRY?
(Source: thecoolvicomte)