Elie Saab | Fall/Winter 2024 Couture
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance strikes, and I love you.Pablo Neruda, tr. & ed. by Mark Eisner, The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems; from Twenty Love Poems: 1, “Body of woman”
Bravery wasn’t an identity, so much as a choice.
Talia Hibbert, Get a Life, Chloe Brown
“…blood is dripping on us, We are standing somewhere between earth and stars, Not knowing if we are alive or dead.”— Conrad Aiken, from Nocturne of Remembered Spring, and Other Poems; “The Trenches”
Community comes from God, property comes from theft.
Clodovis Boff, “A Theological Letter about Socialism Today”, trans. Francis McDonagh