Friday, February 7, 2014

Goodbye To All That

"That was the year, my twenty-eight, when I was discovering that not all of the promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it had counted after all, every evasion and ever procrastination, every word, all of it. 

That is what it was all about, wasn’t it? Promises? Now when New York comes back to me it comes in hallucinatory flashes, so clinically detailed that I sometimes wish that memory would effect the distortion with which it is commonly credited. For a lot of the time I was in New York I used a perfume called Fleurs de Rocaille, and then L’Air du Temps, and now the slightest trace of either can short-circuit my connections for the rest of the day. Nor can I smell Henri Bendel jasmine soap without falling back into the past, or the particular mixture of spices used for boiling crabs. There were barrels of crab boil in a Czech place in the Eighties where I once shopped. Smells, of course, are notorious memory stimuli, but there are other things which affect me the same way. Blue-and-white striped sheets. Vermouth cassis. Some faded nightgowns which were new in 1959 or 1960, and some chiffon scarves I bought about the same time.
 — Joan Didion


  1. Lovely photos Liz, have a great weekend :)

  2. Wow, just wow. Amazing photos.

    1. Thanks Farrah! I'm so happy you like them =)

  3. Did you take these? If you did they are amazing.

  4. These are so good! Like so good! I love the telephone shot. There is so much personality in your photography, I love it.

    Her make up is amazing too btw :) x

  5. Your blog went by another road. Strong pictures!

  6. That first picture is AMAZING. Someone is a very pretty lady!!

    Emma x



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