At the crossroads of seasons, our bodies undergo the gift of ubiquity , as if two people lived together in us, that groggy by winter, accusing a serious blow aka Give me VITAMIN C of Zeus' fire ! And the sniffing the air, the renewal of nature, blossom fever in his most successful stage mashed bug that's so good jeez !
Mother nature opens the way, we intoxicating fragrance of flowers by power 1000 , Judas trees are courting glycine , yellow brooms are hysterical , the flowers give way to leaves, and already dreaming of the joy of the fruit !
In this collective rebirth, my Vintage had the bright idea of fairy handyman , transforms reported a treasure of his esoteric travel in North India , a case of Rajasthan Vintage dagger , a precious object in many ways in the eyes of a person who knows the time to embroider anything ... ( Ouch I hurt thimble !) , an object, in our side of world, west of breath, which lost his first reason, as the down a path ... to a dead end , or towards oblivion ...
These photos take us on a journey, adorning charms , dress lightly and be unimpeded like a wild animal, a migratory bird instinctively seeing his way like a blind man guided by the secret hidden light behind the iris.
Because in fact everything is reborn , for good reason , it is necessary to see an obligation to reinvent a little each day , otherwise ossify small fire ... every day to change something , even the smallest as we take the road to life , or fate overtake us, and picked us as the most beautiful wild flowers in the middle of a field ... luck has no other face ;)
Soon buds M-C !
Stylisme: Lady Vintage (Short Levis avec broderie Indienne)
Photos: Angelo Marino
Textes: Marie Charlotte C