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Yva #reading #newspaper #moderne #photographer #yva #yvaandhertime #blackandwhite #berlin #berlinphotographer #jewishphotographers #photoart #avantgarde #1920s #fashionphotography #fashionhistory
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Waiting … #photoart #fatherfigure #blackandwhite #blackandwhitephotography #photography #prompt #surrealism #portrait
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The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
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The old belief that the camera steals the soul was never just superstition — it was foresight. It captured more than light; it held the breath of a moment — and something of the one who lived it. Once it gathered light. Now it calculates it. Yet every image still demands an offering: a trace of soul it carries into the darkroom of memory. In AI this theft returns, refined. What was once a single loss now happens by the millions: each new image born from the shadows of others, fed by a collective memory that belongs to no one. Perhaps it is no longer theft, but transformation — a drifting between remembrance and invention, between loss and metamorphosis. Once the camera took the soul. Now it multiplies it — until it disappears. #photoart #artwork #japan #aiart #portrait #ghosts #DigitalAlchemy #ArtificialSouls #MetaphysicalPhotography #myth #PhotographyAndMemory #MachineDreams #SoulAndImage #VisualPhilosophy #promptart #photographer #camera
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Time is a bitch #time #clock #memories #blackandwhite #salvadordalì #spellbound #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #photoart
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Time is a bitch #time #clock #memories #blackandwhite #salvadordalì #spellbound #promptart #blackandwhitephotography #photoart
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„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
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„All dream through the same night - no continent ever touches another.“ #dreams #weownthenight #night #surrealart #photoart #blackandwhitephotography #color #promptart #dreamscapes #sleep #digtalart #surréalisme
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„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
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„A line is a dot that went for a walk“ (Paul Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook 1925) #line #lineスタンプ #stripes #stripe #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #epic #photoart #promptart #shadowandlight
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LUMEN „Let there be light.“ (Genesis 1:3) #photoart #portraitart #lumen #light #genesis #promptart #aiart #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #beginning
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LUMEN „Let there be light.“ (Genesis 1:3) #photoart #portraitart #lumen #light #genesis #promptart #aiart #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #beginning
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Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
Entering the dreamland #dreams #memory #photoart #surrealart #blackandwhitephotography #promptart #surreal
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Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
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Sometimes reality needs a little cotton wool. Paris provides it — steeped in perfume, wrapped in midnight boulevards, drifting dresses, and a shimmer that is more dream than place. As in Midnight in Paris, the night turns into a script of memory and desire. Between the Rive Gauche and the clochard, between a trace of Chanel No. 5 and the glow of the streetlamps, the old enchantment stretches out once more. Baudelaire wrote it, Brassaï saw it — as flâneur and as gaze. Fashion, literature, amour: everything floats in a soft twilight that blurs the edges of the world for just a moment. And sometimes, that’s enough. #photoart #paris #myth #midnightinparis #baudelaire #rivegauche #chanel #brassai #parisdream #blackandwhitephotography #vintagephotographs #fashion #timeless #blackandwhite #surrealism
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