tout feu, tout cendre

sometimes, we don't have much to turn to ashes. 
we burn first kisses, pink virginity, white sheets.
songs, photographs, dreams, letters, rose petals, tears.
maiden names, oceans of love, red sunsets.
stepping stones. vain promises.
we burn bridges.


there was a girl called Cendre
(not Cendrine, Cendrier, nor Cinderella)
she burnt with love for Claude
'i'll keep you warm. i'll cook your food. take me to heaven, sweet Claude'
'you're hot, girl. but your feet are cold. go to hell, Cendre!'
Cendre obeyed Claude. 
her feet are warm now, but her heart went cold.

babette is wearing a vintage (70s), woolen dress by Emcar, hand-embroided by babette versus. 
she's got felt, hand-embroided bandeau (also by babette versus) on her head. 
'blue bird', necklace by babette versus swings swiftly on her neck, while she dances to an old love song, she's the only one to hear.
pix by www.pozytywnefoto.pl