Calling this ongoing photo-series simply ‘awesome’ would be the understatement of a lifetime! This, hands down, has to be one of the most dedicated and beautiful series from a photographer we’ve seen in ages.
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"My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, in her personal life, with her failures and her problems with children.
She had lost 30 pounds and had weighed about 90 pounds in her 35 years. She became very skinny, and had been constantly crying. She had not been a happy woman. She had suffered from continual headaches, heart pain and impinged nerves in her back. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the morning and she became tired very quickly throughout the day.
Our relationship was on the verge of break up.
Her beauty was leaving her she felt. She had bags under her eyes, and had stopped taking care of herself. She had refused to shoot film and rejected any role.
I had lost hope and thought that we’d get divorced soon…But then I decided to act on it.
After all I got to be with the most beautiful woman on the earth. She is an idol for more than half of the men and women on Earth. Yet, I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her shoulders.
I began to pamper her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised her every minute I could. I lavished her and lived for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all things with her in mind. I praised her in front of her own and with our mutual friends.
You wouldn’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became even better than before. She gained back her weight, was no longer nervous and she loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she could love that much.
And then I realized one thing: The woman is the reflection of her man; and the man of her woman. If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it; as will you.”
~ Brad Pitt
"Baby It’s Cold Outside" by Lady Gaga & Joseph Gordon-Levitt
Originally by Margaret Whiting and Johnny Mercer
"I could look poised in a paper bag. These are ladies’ pants, I don’t even care."
"She passed away when I was 21, two months after we found out she had cancer."
“How would you say that you are most like her?”
“She was my artistic and fashion inspiration. We were always doing projects together. If there was ever anything I really wanted because everyone at school had it, she’d always say: ‘Let’s make it!’ One time I came home and she had made me some moccasins from a piece of suede.”
Wendell is hands down the greatest homeless fashion designer who ever lived. He makes almost all his clothes from things he finds. I hadn’t seen him in awhile, so I was quite thrilled to walk up on him Tuesday, doing this to a Gandhi statue.