I had the most random (yet surprisingly fascinating) conversation with a taxi driver the other day. I was running late and stormed into the vehicle somewhat amused by the whole idea of being in bed just moments beforehand and in the spirit of things we found ourselves invested in a “small-talk” about life, control (or perhaps, at times, the lack of it) and well- love. He asked me what made me “alive”, adding that 90% of people today are ‘walking bodies’, what made me ‘different’? I said hope, and the chance of being truly loved someday for what I am and nothing else… How romantic of me, I know… But today, after crashing into sleep after being up all night (working on a project, a similar night ahead of me…) I though of something else, in addition to the above…
You know how sometimes there are moments in life that are beyond invigorating, almost unbearable in their intoxicating influence on us… Little fractions of time, in which nothing makes sense but at the same time, these are moments of serene peace… Mmm, life.
Oh and I’ve been sort of obsessed with Miranda Kerr lately so I dug up this beautiful editorial from Numero (2010) Photographed by Sebastian Kim, she almost doesn’t look herself here…Invigorating indeed if you ask me………….
