vi flyger från tre olika håll för att mötas i marrakech.
jossi har haft en turbulent flygresa, bokstavligt talat, med kastvindar sådana
så att det känns som att någon slags gud slungar flygplanskroppen
och alla själar däri genom luften, bara för att mäta kraft och visa oss
hur små vi människor egentligen är, hur bräckliga.
jag har haft en turbulent flygresa, bildligt talat, med plötslig inre kamp
sådan så att det känns som att någon slags gud vänder upp & ner på allt det
som för bara en stund sedan kändes självklart och enkelt,
bara för att testa hur små, - eller stora, vi människor kan vara.
hur bräckliga, eller starka. hur redo vi är att flyga.
och att falla.
efter att ha blivit ledd genom en labyrint av gränder
i glödande orange & dammigt rosa,
med mitt baggage på en fruktkärra når jag den riad vi ska bo på
och kommer in på en ljusgård med pianomusik
som flyter mjukt ut runt palmer, blomblad i vattenfyllda fat,
sittplatser med gamla lädersoffor, lyktor & vackra tyger.
uppe på terassen ovanför mig, står jossi mot balkongräcket
och ler ner mot mig, välkomnar mig som en arabisk prinsessa,
i svepande svart, tunn kappa och med sött, sött mynta-te väntande
vid brasan i vårt rum. här finns plats att både flyga & falla.
så vi pratar av oss om olika typer av turbulens.
och så känner jag igen mig själv igen.
och så känner jag igen mig själv igen.
mörkret faller med oss sittande så, skrattande med alla
våra sår alldeles synliga, tacksamma & rörda så att vi får rysningar
i nacken, tills lina kommer och gör oss sällskap. så är vi alla tre tillslut.
och ska ha tre dagar tillsammans, för att tolka fira s/s '15 kollektion.
det kommer att bytas om, blandas ögonskuggor & stå i skuggor.
det kommer att bytas om lite till, blandas ljus i både krämer & kameralins.
det kommer att drickas vin & det kommer dansas.
det kommer att betraktas elddansare, höras alla möjliga & omöjliga
mer eller mindre fräcka förslag. det kommer att behövas allt
av lilla musans nya franska-kunskaper för att få oss ur en knipa,
- & det kommer att växas på insidan som det gör på platser,
och med människor, där man kan både flyga & falla.
där våra skuggsidor möter bara varandras värme.
kärlek,
h
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model | lina lindholm
mua & hairdresser | jossi madsen
mission | look book fira s/s'15
location | dar rbaa laroub | marrakech
music | fink - warm shadow
© hannah lemholt photography
//
we fly in from three different directions to meet in marrakech.
jossi's had a turbulent flight, literally, with fishtail winds
of the kind where it feels like some kind of god is hurling the
body of the airplane and the souls therein through the air,
as a trial of strength & to show us how small we really are, how fragile.
i've had a turbulent flight, figuratively speaking, with a sudden inner struggle,
of the kind where it feels like some kind of god turns it all upside down;
all that which just a while ago seemed given, obvious & simple,
just to test how small - or big, us humans can be.
how fragile or strong. how ready we are to fly.
and to fall.
after having been led through a maze of narrow alleys
glowing in orange and softening in dusty pink,
with my luggage on top of a fruit barrow, i reach the riad we'll be
staying in, - & enter an atrium with piano music that flows smoothly
out around palm trees, flower petals in water-filled basins,
outside lounge suits with old leather sofas, lanterns & beautiful fabrics.
up on the terrace above me, jossi stands leaning against the balcony railing,
smiling down at me, - welcoming me like an arabian princess,
in a sweeping, airy black coat & with sweet, sweet mint tea waiting by
the fireplace in our room. this is somewhere to both fly and fall.
and so we talk about different types of turbulence
and so i come to recognize myself again.
darkness falls with us sitting like that, laughing, with all
our wounds visible, grateful and moved to shivers down the neck,
until lina comes to join us and we're all three of us at last.
we'll have three days together, to interpret the fira s/s '15 collection.
there'll be changes of clothing, mixing of eyeshadows & standing in shadows.
there'll be more changing of clothes, mixing of light in both creams & camera lens.
there'll be drinking wine & there'll be dancing.
there'll be gazing at fire dancers and hearing all possible & impossible
more or less shameless proposals. we will come to need every
bit of the little muse's new french skills to get us out of a predicament
- & there will be growth taking place on the inside.
the way it happens in places, and among people;
where you can both fly and fall.
where our shadowy sides meets nothing
but each other's warmth.
x,
h
där våra skuggsidor möter bara varandras värme.
kärlek,
h
mua & hairdresser | jossi madsen
mission | look book fira s/s'15
location | dar rbaa laroub | marrakech
music | fink - warm shadow
© hannah lemholt photography
//
we fly in from three different directions to meet in marrakech.
jossi's had a turbulent flight, literally, with fishtail winds
of the kind where it feels like some kind of god is hurling the
body of the airplane and the souls therein through the air,
as a trial of strength & to show us how small we really are, how fragile.
i've had a turbulent flight, figuratively speaking, with a sudden inner struggle,
of the kind where it feels like some kind of god turns it all upside down;
all that which just a while ago seemed given, obvious & simple,
just to test how small - or big, us humans can be.
how fragile or strong. how ready we are to fly.
and to fall.
after having been led through a maze of narrow alleys
glowing in orange and softening in dusty pink,
with my luggage on top of a fruit barrow, i reach the riad we'll be
staying in, - & enter an atrium with piano music that flows smoothly
out around palm trees, flower petals in water-filled basins,
outside lounge suits with old leather sofas, lanterns & beautiful fabrics.
up on the terrace above me, jossi stands leaning against the balcony railing,
smiling down at me, - welcoming me like an arabian princess,
in a sweeping, airy black coat & with sweet, sweet mint tea waiting by
the fireplace in our room. this is somewhere to both fly and fall.
and so we talk about different types of turbulence
and so i come to recognize myself again.
darkness falls with us sitting like that, laughing, with all
our wounds visible, grateful and moved to shivers down the neck,
until lina comes to join us and we're all three of us at last.
we'll have three days together, to interpret the fira s/s '15 collection.
there'll be changes of clothing, mixing of eyeshadows & standing in shadows.
there'll be more changing of clothes, mixing of light in both creams & camera lens.
there'll be drinking wine & there'll be dancing.
there'll be gazing at fire dancers and hearing all possible & impossible
more or less shameless proposals. we will come to need every
bit of the little muse's new french skills to get us out of a predicament
- & there will be growth taking place on the inside.
the way it happens in places, and among people;
where you can both fly and fall.
where our shadowy sides meets nothing
but each other's warmth.
x,
h
