Posted: March 27, 2013 Filed under: 1970s, clothing, fashion, Film, Inspiration, photographer, photography, photos, romance, vintage | Tags: 1970s, 70s, brian o'keeffe, brutish, Candles, dutch, Eric Vonk, fashion, favorite movie, film, film 1973, girl, inspiration, Jan De Bont, love, Monique Van De Ven, movie, naked, Olga Stapels, Paul Verhovens, Raton Rose, raw, romance, Rutger Hauer, sex, Shelter, turkish delight, turks fruit
Turkish Delight or Turks Fruit is a artfully raw and some what brutish Dutch film from 1973. Directed by Paul Verhovens and shot by Jan De Bont . This film is based on one of the best-selling Dutch books Turks Fruit a twisted romantic tale of bohemian love. Rutger Hauer plays Eric Vonk a poor and strong-willed artist who falls in love with the young and free-spirited Olga Stapels played by Monique Van De Ven. The cinematography is unique and inspiring and the colors are incredibly vivid!! I am always mesmerized by the starring actors and how perfectly they fit their roles. If you like romance, sex, violence, art, fashion and the 1970s you have to see this film!!! But just a warning it really isn’t your typical chick flick….
P.S. Thanks Brian O’Keeffe for taking the photos while we watched the movie!!!
Posted: October 2, 2012 Filed under: art, fashion, photo shoots, photographer, photography, photos, Travel | Tags: art, corey lewis, drawling, fur, girl, Mari Lotherington, orange, photo, Raton Rose, Shelter, turquoise
Last night I was pleasantly surprised by a piece of art work that Corey Lewis made of me inspired by one of my photos. Here is the photo and drawling.
Posted: August 11, 2012 Filed under: art, poems, poetry, romance, San Francisco, words, writing | Tags: baby deer, black and white, body, burning, champagne, dew, girl, kissing, laura makabresku, lips, naked, night, orange, peel, photo, poem, poetry, Raton Rose, romance, sacred, Shelter, sugar, tears, teeth, wonder
Orange peels curling into spirals pulled by her teeth…her lips following after chasing the sweet juices of the world.
I awake to her kissing my tears licking them drop by drop, it seems she likes my sorrow more than my soul.
She tells me secrets she has written on the side-walk for the passer-bys.
I wonder whether she finds anything sacred.
She burns me with her matches and I lay there with out protesting.
My body is sticky with sugar from the night before.
Champagne and dew lost moments stolen by you.