Brassai, Lovers in a Cafe

We sit very close in the cafe. We walk together very close. We are half sad, half joyous. It is warm. He smells my perfume. I look at his beautiful face. We desire each other.

Anais Nin, Henry & June: From the Unexpurgnated Diary of Anais Nin






When you meet the man you see at once that he is equipped with no ordinary eyes
Henry Miller on Brassaï

I dream
of wayward gulls
And all landles
Lovers

(William F. Claire
Thinking at Anais Nin)