Brigitte Bardot à La Madrague, St-Tropez, 1975.
What a babe
"When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant."
Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via wordsnquotes)
These photographs, by New York-based Bing Wright, feature reflections of sunsets in shattered mirrors.
Oh man. I was wondering if those were stained glass at first. O_o So gorgeous!
I’m not sure why i love these so much