Where Art Thou LOVE?

Does true love exist? I mean really exist? Not the unrequited 'I am in love with you but you don't know i exist' kind of love,

but the equally, intoxicating, consuming, passionate, fiery kind of love. 

The love where two people love each other equally and both more than the other? 

The Romeo and Juliet - nothing, not even family ties and history can stop me from loving you - kind of love.I would die for you and you for me....love.

The Notebook, kind of love- where people don't give up on each other...They're pulled away, apart, reunited and consumed by each other? Does that exist?

What about Candy? That intoxicating, tormented and tortured love...that just draws them together and overpowers them both.

I'm curious. Does the magical unexplainable love really occur? And most importantly, is it real? Or am I living in a place of aliens and ufo's and starships and real love is just as possible and rare as these objects? 

A fantasy, an ideal, a dream.,, something that takes me away from reality for no more than a moment? It let's me float above the clouds for a day only for me to land flat on my face, be startled awake and realise....it was all just a dream, and, in reality nothing is as perfect as the love in our imagination.

Love Story – Nikolay Biryukov’s latest editorial for the September issue of Elle Ukraine features models Sam Rollinson (Select London) and Ondrey (Independent Men Milano) as stylish love birds 60s cinema 

Heart...

Everything is different now...and she wants to runaway to some place far, far away from familiar faces, sounds and surroundings.

She may think a change of scenery is just what she needs to escape...running away seems like the answer, the scenery changes, the people are new and exciting, everything feels fresh again...but it's not long before she realises, the darkness...it followed her....it came along univited and it's here to dance on her heart.

This isn't tumblr...but today these images reflect the colour of my heart....

NYC Nostalgia

September is my favourite month in the whole year. Especially in NYC, it's that time when the heat is starting to fade away, the sun is out and there is a sweet warmth in the air but not unbearable hotness...like August.

My heart is drowning in nostalgia as I sit in Starbucks, Circular Quay, sipping on my iced latte...I am dreaming of being in Starbucks NYC, near 51st and 7th....watching all the unique characters pass me by...some look like they're from another era, other another life, another world....others look just like me....or someone I know....

I remember when I was in NYC, I would often sit in Starbucks, watching people, thinking about their world, where they have come from, where they are going, what they're thinking right this minute. The scars they're carrying, the memories, the haunts of the past and the delights of their present....the love they've experienced, the loss, the heartache, the adventures, their highs and lows, they're likes and dislikes.

Everyone has a story and every story is as touching, beautiful and tormenting as the next and all so valuable. There's beauty in everyone's ashes....Right now, I want to know everyone's story. I want to sit in Starbucks sipping my iced latte, picking on my buttered banana bread, against the buzzing backdrop of NYC, and listen...just be still and listen to ...everyone's story.

Tell me your story....my mind, body and soul craves for it.

He had but one consolation, that she had loved him....and that perhaps, wherever she now was, in whatever undiscoverable place, she loved him still....Sometimes, in those unaccountable moments known to every lover, when the hearts feels a strange stirring of delight, although there is no cause for anything but grief, he reflected: It is her thoughts that are reaching me....And perhaps my thoughts are reaching her...Fancies such as these which an instant later he brushed aside, nevertheless sufficed to kindle a glow in him which was something near to hope. - Victor Hugo