rachel johnston: cuba

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Friday, 13 June 2014

“ Better a broken arm than a broken spirit."

- Lady Allen of Hurtwood, 1968

(images of 1950's Cuban playground found here)

Friday, 13 December 2013

Graciela

I reckon smokin' Graciela from Havana only ever turns up exactly as she is. BADASS!

Friday, 29 June 2012

from here

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

--Virginia Woolf

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