a penny for your thoughts

which are worth the most? yours or mine?

Happy Birthday Sofia Loren

Sophia Then:

Sophia Now




her birthday is sept 20th a day after me. One of the most beautiful women in cinema history. i've always liked women with strong features and exotic beauty and her beauty is still visible even today at 75 years old. One of my ex boyfriends once saw her in Paris walking and he says he was stunned by her beauty even in old age. He spoke to her in Italian because he's fluent in Italian and said: Sofia comme e bella!!! and she replied and said, Grazie. I remember my ex saying that it was impossible not to notice her, not only for her beauty but also because she had tha thing that women who possess extreme beauty have... that superior elegance that almost seems untouchable.
Happy birthday Sofia!


i wanted to upload this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXmkF1Z-zzM
but embedding was disabled. the link above is simply beautiful... the collection of photgraphs are just breathtakingly beautiful.

Photography - Camila

Photography - Stella Noir
camera - Cannon

Photography - children in the park

Photographer: Stella Noir
Camera- Cannon

Black and white version

Photograph - Stella Noir
Camera - Panasonic Lumix

Each day that goes by I get closer
to the woman living inside of me
but sometimes she hides and
pretends she's a child.




photograph by Stella Noir

soup of letters.

Some people are interested in Politics, others in the lives of others, and some only in themselves, I have always found myself interested in people, how they interact, how they react, how they think, i've always been fascinated not only by the differences in people but also by the subtleties that sometimes go unoticed by most. Maybe that explains why i've always enjoyed watching people. I remember in high school there was a girl that I used to look at, she was very pretty and I used to look at her and see how others reacted to her beauty until one day she caught me looking at her and asked why I kept looking at her, I don't remember what i answered but i never looked at her again the same way. Her arrogance was masked by beauty and I think that was one of the first times I realized how people can fool you, how there is so much to be said about the small details, i've always paid attention to the small details, about a person, they say a lot more about the person than what that person might be saying. What someone tells you is what someone wants you to know... what someone doesn't tell you is hidden in their body language, their actions, their reactions ... that cannot be camouflaged, unless you are a master at deception. People sometimes allow you to see things they didn't want you to see without realizing it. I've also noticed that people like me, that are on the outside, looking in tend to not be taken seriously because most people assume that silence means lack of a brain or lack of thought. Most people think that a personality is what someone decides to show you, what is visible to most. I think that a personality is what is not visible to most, what is hidden or camouflaged. There lies the true essence of the individual... what is not said, the hesitation, the awkward movement. The negative reveals more about a person than the positive. What I mean is what isn't done reveals more about you than what you do. What you don't say says more about you than what you say.... I've always paid attention to the negative and lately i find myself linking someone's words to their actions. Almost as if the action were the ponctuation, the ink on paper... A word can only mean something if you decide to give it destiny, and words will only write a story if they have ponctuation, otherwise they will be like letters lost in space... kinda of like the soup my mother made me eat when I was little... all I remember seeing was a bunch of letters that made no sense and spelled nothing. That's how I feel when someone says something but their actions negates what they say. What someone decides to tell me as opposed to what they actually do. What they actually do reveals to me more about their character than what they tell me. Words can be so elusive if you don't give them a destiny. I've been thinking alot about the weight of my own words... I've noticed that sometimes what I say has less meaning then what I do. It becomes a written diahrrea ...or a verbal diahrrea depending on the method of comunication one chooses and no one likes that. I've decided lately to speak less and act more, I've also decided to give more importance to those who really talk to me, not with words but with their actions, their actions are the ink on paper to me, they become part of my story, my life... words? words are just words until you find them a destiny. Find them a destiny first and them write them or say them out loud. Don't leave them lost, don't allow them to become a soup of letters! Allow your actions to write the word and be the ink on paper. Do more, say less, do more, think less. Don't overcrowd someone's life with words that you can't deliver on. Don't create chaos, simplify...



did that make any sense?

Dreams

I don't usually remember my dreams but this week i've had a serious of short dreams, most of them i forget by the time i walk down to the washroom and wash my face but there are other dreams, other dreams whose images have such a great impact on you that even after washing your face you still find yourself looking in the mirror and wondering why those images are still hammering through your head. The first dream i had was about this guy I know that most women would find very attractive, that somehow ended up in my dream uninvited one night but only for five minutes or less. We were walking down a street and he stopped for a bit at a stall where a man was selling things and he looked at a particular object (which I now forget) and said, this one but then he looked at it again and said, no...this one is not good enough and I found myself looking at him and looking at the object and thinking why he even contemplated in the first place buying me that and then changing his mind quickly after it. Although I don't remember the object i remember that it was something very simple and had no use and it stuck to my head... not the image but what I thought of the object. The next thing I remember is him buying bus tickets, which left me even more confused because this guy had a car, yet he bought bus tickets and took me on this ride.... but I didn't know where I was going... It didn't make sense to me at the time but now it does. I believe that dreams are related to what we are feeling inside but tend to put aside or ignore... I don't know... but now when I analyze it this made sense. This guy is everything a woman wants, he has the basics, he's attractive, he's got a stable life and what was more strange was that he was taking care of me but making the decisions without asking me and that bothered me. I tried to analyze this and saw a paralell with the dream and what is presently happening in my life. He's what anyone would want from a man and although i liked that he was taking care of me, I felt offended that the object he was about to present me with was so meaningless and of no value... I couldn't really identify why he had chose to give me this and why he pulled away from buying me that present, I resented him for having chosen something so simple and meaningless and more for changing his mind... I remember thinking in the dream: well, if this guy is going to buy me something even if it's a little piece of glass at least stick to that decision... and I resented him making the decision not to buy it and on top of that he went, and bought me bus tickets, but he has a car, I thought....where was this man taking me? Where was this bus taking me? what was waiting for me once I reached my destination? I remember something that stuck to my mind... I got on the bus but by myself and the bus driver looked at me and recognized me, he called me by my name and and I remember thinking, this guy must know me. What did this all mean to me? I have decoded all of this and came to the conclusion these are just my fears coming to me in images at night in my dreams.

The other dream I had was also short, I was at the beach and there were rocks on the side of the beach that if you swam to them you could cross over to another beach that was more beautiful than the one I was at. I wasn't alone and I did swim to the other beach but by the time I had to swim back to shore, the other people that were with me swam ahead of me and when it got to my turn I kept staring at the water and couldn't work up the courage to swim... The water was beautiful, crystal clear but it was getting dark and I was afraid of where the current might take me... I Don't remember swimming to shore, i remember making it to shore and looking around for the people that had come with me and they were gone, I was left alone. I have been thinking about these dreams for days and although some say dreams mean nothing, I'm not as quick to say that, Dreams are a reinforcement of what we are allready feeling inside but cannot rationalize or explain to ourselves so maybe they come back at night to get us to face those fears and those issues...or maybe just to give us the answers to the questions we have. My answer was? I'm afraid of making that trip and finding myself alone. I'm afraid of being with someone that will later think i'm of no value, i'm afraid of someone making all the decisions for me but most of all i'm afraid of getting on a ride where i didn't even buy the ticket and later finding myself alone once I reach my destination but feeling that heavy weight of this all being too familiar (hence the bus driver that knew me by name, meaning here she is again). Does that make sense? I didn't look anything up in a dictionary and i'm not afraid to admit that the rare times I remember my dreams if they do stick on my mind for days, I try to decode them...otherwise these images would be forgotten by the time I wash my face, the reason they are not is so I look in the mirror and face them and then, perhaps I can wash my face and go on about my day.


you may laugh now if you wish....



hugs,



Stella Noir

listening to......

Le Petit Prince - The Prince and the Fox

we forget the simple things....