Monday, December 22, 2008

No One is Serious at Seventeen...

No one is serious at seventeen
On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
And loud, blinding cafés are the last thing you need

You stroll beneath green lindens on the promenade.

Lindens smell fine on fine June nights!
Sometimes the air is so sweet that you close your eyes;



The wind brings sounds--the town is near--
And carries scents of vineyards and beer. . .

-excerpt from Rimbaud's "Novel" spliced with La Boheme D'ete from Vogue Paris August 2006 (via thefashionspot)

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