DIARY LYLYBYE - THE FLOWERS OF DEVIL - 2011

Wine knows how to adorn the most sordid hovel
With marvelous luxury
And make more than one fabulous portal appear
In the gold of its red mist
Like a sun setting in a cloudy sky.
Opium magnifies that which is limitless,
Lengthens the unlimited,
Makes time deeper, hollows out voluptuousness,
And with dark, gloomy pleasures
Fills the soul beyond its capacity.
All that is not equal to the poison which flows
From your eyes, from your green eyes,
Lakes where my soul trembles and sees its evil side...
My dreams come in multitude
To slake their thirst in those bitter gulfs.
All that is not equal to the awful wonder
Of your biting saliva,
Charged with madness, that plunges my remorseless soul
Into oblivion
And rolls it in a swoon to the shores of death.


Charles Baudelaire - The Flowers of Devil.








Rudoff Eickemeyer - Evelyn Nesbit 1901



Franz von Stuck - Spring 1912






Elizabeth Peyton Florine (Florine Stettheimer) 2005



Statue of Daphne John Singer Sargent (1856-1925)



John William Waterhouse (1849-1917) Psyche Opening the Golden Box, 1903



Eric Guillemain for Vogue Turkey January 2011

FILM UN POISON VIOLENT - KATELL QUILLEVERE - 2010

Cet été-là, tout change pour Anna. A son retour de l’internat, elle découvre que son père a quitté la maison.Sa mère, effondrée par cet abandon, trouve refuge auprès du jeune prêtre du village.Anna se raccroche à son grand-père, tendre et fantaisiste. Elle prépare aussi sa confirmation, dernière étape dans sa vie de croyante. Mais la naissance de son désir pour Pierre, un garçon libre et solaire, la fait vaciller.Une part secrète d’elle même cherche à se donner corps et âme, à Dieu ou à quelque chose d’autre…

DIARY LYLYBYE - BAD RITUAL - 2011

Timber Timbre - Creep on Creepin on, 2011








Alizé Meurisse Pen Knife



Joan Juliet Buck's Rome



Robert Mapplethorpe, White Gauze, 1984



Rene Magritte Les Amants, 1928



Members of the White Sisterhood, a sect of the Carmelites, wear white hood covering their faces and bodies circa 1930







Jean de La Huerta



The Castle of Elizabeth Bathory



“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.” Virginia Woolf

DIARY LYLYBYE - THE REAL THING - 2011

The Real Thing is a play by Tom Stoppard, first performed in 1982. It examines the nature of honesty, and its use of a play within a play is one of many levels on which the author teases the audience with the difference between semblance and reality.

The play focuses on the relationship between Henry and Annie, an actress who is part of a committee to free Brodie, a Scottish soldier imprisoned for burning a memorial wreath during a protest.





Matthew Broderick at the premiere of Tom Stoppard's play The Real thing, Plymouth Theater, New York, January 5, 1984

DIARY LYLYBYE - THE HOURS - 2001

There is no room for the impurities of literature in an essay.... the essay must be pure—pure like water or pure like wine, but pure from dullness, deadness, and deposits of extraneous matter.
(Virginia Woolf (1882-1941), British novelist, essayist, and diarist. The Common Reader, ch. 19 (1925).)



The story of how the novel "Mrs. Dalloway" affects three generations of women, all of whom, in one way or another, have had to deal with suicide in their lives.