Photo by Jeanloup Sieff

Photo by Irving Penn

And yet the love you were looking for, I had to give you;
the love I was looking for—so your tired,
knowing eyes implied—you had to give me.
Our bodies sensed and sought each other;
our blood and skin understood.

But, flustered, we both hid ourselves.

C. P. Cavafy, from “On the Stairs” in Collected Poems, trans. Edmund Keeley (via proustitute)

Beautiful…

Jean Patchett, 1949

Jean Patchett

Photo by Irving Penn for Vogue, 1949