Make everyday glamorous.
Lindsey Wixson in “Nine Ways to Sit in Couture” for CR Fashion Book, by Anthony Maule (Spring 2015).
I’ve come to steal a hundred million kisses from you.
Stephane Rolland for Spring 2015
Baccarat Gallery Museum, Paris, France
Dylan Brosnan, Yves Saint Laurent
“And is that not living? Being so close to death you paint it on your skin?”
— Desiree Dallagiacomo
Porter #10 Fall 2015
Houghton Hall: Portrait of an English Country House
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Daniela Braga by Sergi Pons for El Pais, September 2014
Porter #10 Fall 2015
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
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