Monday, 8 December 2008
There is just something innocent about balloons. I think that they one of the most single simple intriguing things that there are...
Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,
Taking up half the space,
Moving and rubbing on the silk
Invisible air drifts,
Giving a shriek and pop
When attacked, then scooting to rest, barely trembling.
Yellow cathead, blue fish--------
Such queer moons we live with
Instead of dead furniture!
Straw mats, white walls
And these traveling
Globes of thin air, red, green,
The heart like wishes or free
Old ground with a feather
Beaten in starry metals.
Brother is making
His balloon squeak like a cat.
Seeming to see
A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it,
Back, fat jug
Contemplating a world clear as water.
Shred in his little fist.
5 February 1963 - Sylvia Plath
I found the new Miss Dior Cherie, commercial, directed by Sophia Coppola online from FASHIONTOGRAPHY via NOTCOT. It's so pretty and dreamy and quite reminded me of a post a couple of weeks earlier by photographer harpy/kari via ohjoy.
As a kid, my grandmother used to read us Le Ballon Rouge - a red balloon follows a a little boy around the street of Paris. Based :o) sometimes I wish I was a kid again...
Cherie, Balloons by harpy/kari and Le Ballon Rouge