Dark And Lovely

Dark and Lovely is what you have to be !

Or thin and blonde !

Your hair should be straight no matter what the color of your skin.

At the end of  many a road  you will be remebered of this fact,

like here in Church Street in Quigney

so that you do not forget what the world wants.

The OK Beauty Salon

A visit is gonna make you feel really OK.

The World Is In You

Africa's beauty is reflected in the eyes of it's children.

Sometimes I see a child and all I feel is: I wish you all the best !

I know that it is not gonna be easy. 

But with all my heart I wish you the finest, the best and the nicest that there is in this world.

May you be blessed !

I wish for you that you will be spared as much pain as possible

and that you will not suffer too much.

I wish for you that you will find someone to help you find the world in you. 

The Glory Of The Turban

The turban, the head-wrap, the head-scarf, whatever it is called has added glamor and shine to women's appearance all over the world through the centuries and across the colors and nations. From Marlene Dietrich to Miriam Makeba. 

But nobody can wrap it like the African gals. 

And since the turban has conquered the fashion scene once more with all its might we have developed a range of cotton head-wraps produced and made locally in South-Africa.

So wrap it , wear it and do not be shy at all like we do it here in Africa.

Transparency

True transparency comes often with death like the leaves of this dying flower that lived only 2 days.

Beauty Itself

" IF YOU HAVE TWO LOAVES OF BREAD, SELL ONE AND BUY A LILY ".

This is an old chinese proverb but I I think it applies to every flower.
A flower is beauty itself.

WAITING FOR A NEW DRESS

I won my first mannequin on an auction when I was 13 years old. I drove it home through town strapped onto the back of my bicycle in winter because it did not fit into the first taxi and the second taxi driver refused to put it onto his roof because it could scratch his car.

My wonderful grandmother allowed me to place it in a corner of the house where we were living at the time under the condition that it would "stay a little bit in the background " in relation to the other furniture. That was her expression at the time.

It was spray painted silver from head to toe and her feet ended into 10 cm high 1950 non-removable stilettos. I still have it.

Over the years I have bought many more and it is hard for me to resist their charm when they are " older " and do wear hand-painted make up and have their own hair. 

It is a beautiful reason that I "HAVE TO HAVE " them for my work because I sell and re-purpose vintage clothing as well. 

The older dolls have incredible facial expressions.

They seem to live and breath and sometimes you come across some unusual, a little bit weird but astonishingly beautiful ladies like the one in the picture. 

She has not only genuine glass eyes but the eyes show tiny red blood-shot veins as well. To me it seemed like as if she came from a very exotic place. 

And all of them are waiting eagerly to escape their nakedness and get a new dress.

A new bowling scarf

or a new hat

But sometimes they have a hard fate to bear being made to be blindingly beautiful and to wear silk, chiffon and satin and not to sit in the South-African bush.

Three Sisters

There were three sisters, all roses and of a beauty that let other flowers look pale. The pink one although the oldest was the shyest of the three. Her pink was subtle and pastel but shining like a light in the fresh green.

She grew up with the same delicacy that was her nature, enfolding slowly and without drama. Just a good young rose.

She was so beautiful that she caused strange emotions in some humans who saw her growing.

She created the desire to wipe away any insect that would want to sit on her virgin pink leaves and to punish that ant, that dirty trespasser seriously.

Even when she was beyond that age about which you should not speak with roses and women.... her beauty was still blinding and unbearable.

She died quietly and only then you could see that there were two cousins behind her who had gone unnoticed their whole life.

The end was a strong contrast to her life.

Her younger sister-rose was bold and bright and had chosen a naughty and indecent red. Nobody of her ancestors had ever displayed such a shameless red.

She did not care and threw herself in this world.

Opening quick and living quick. But we have not even seen her pass away so much did she outlive herself. One day she was just gone.

But we remember the youngest one for her stubbornness. She was determined to show the resilience and the strength of a young rose bud. And she would not sway. Or move or look for another way. It was her will to grow straight up into heaven. Heaven the one thing that can not be conquered.

But she out- did the others with her death. What she could not attain in life she reached in death - extravagance. And while living her last days, when the pressure of fighting against the wall was gone and her leaves were free, she was constantly humming the Stones song " DEAD FLOWERS" under my window. I will never forget her. She was a tough little rose.

Every Child's Good Things

The words that I am going to write are not mine. They are not " my own right words " but they are so beautiful that I want to rewrite them humbly.
 And when you read them you will understand my obsession with words. 

I, NATURE, give to you, to be yours for ever and ever, the right to the free enjoyment of this world. 

I give to you the years that are before you, and the world that is about you.

I give to you the Sun by day and the Moon by night, with the power to wake as the Earth rolls into the light of the Sun....

and the power to sleep when the night comes.

FUTURE BEAUTY QUEEN

SHE IS DEFINITELY READY TO BE THE NEXT BEAUTY QUEEN

Pale Dead Beautiful Crab By The Sea

A moment that I have captured during my last holiday at the sea. A pale dead and incredibly beautiful crab lying on the rocks.

Fragile and delicate like life is.