Martine Franck, Torry Island (1995)
In Mrs Dalloway, Virginia Woolf defined "happy life" as enjoying this very moment of now:
"(...) was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June".
"Life itself, every moment of it, every drop of it, here, this instant, now, in the sun, in Regent's Park, was enough".
I think about Woolf every time when I see this pic by Martine Frenk, the late wife of Henri Cartier-Bresson.
Sometimes, everything seems so dull, later everything is easy, bright and colorful.
– White trash name, guess.
– Mandy... – No. – Marilyn... – No. – Brittany... – No. – Tiffany... – No. – Candice... – No.
– Don’t fuck with me on this, I know this shit. – Do you see me fucking with you? I’m completely serious. – OK, speed round, I’m gonna rattle off some names and when I hit it, fucking buzz it. – You do it, I will tell you. – You got me? –Yeah.
– Brandi Heather Channing Brianna Amber Sabrina Melody Dakota Sierra Vandi Crystal Samantha Autumn Ruby Taylor Tara Tammy Laura Shelly Shantelle Courtney Misty Jenny Christa Mindy Noëlle Shelby Trina Reba Cassandra Nikki Kelsy Shaunna Jolene Erlene Claudia Savannah Cassie Dolly Kendra Colleen Chloe Devon Emmylou... FUCKIN' BECKY??
– Nope. – Wait, was it any one of those names with a Lyn after it? – Yes!
– OK: Brandy Lyn, Heather Lyn… – Tammy Lyn. – FUCK!