Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

Hot summer nights, mid-August, 

"Like conspirators in bedroom clothes, we exchanged long deep kisses." - Pablo Neruda (excerpt from The Lone Gentleman paraphrased)

Weeks of boredom satiated by momentary eclipses of lust and happy pairings.

Cigarettes after sex, your lips, my lips; definitively seduced. -tM


The Way We Were


I equate this feeling to firsts and new beginnings; when kissing your lover makes time stand still, dissolving the world around you.

Or to that of nostalgia; when so much time has passed that all that is left is the beauty of what once was. 

Either way, sometimes all that matters is the way we choose to remember things, don't you agree? -tM