NAN GOLDIN
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Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you have ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
I think I like you best drunk and dissatisfied.
The Supremes- You Keep Me Hangin’ On
(Source: aitchsupreme)
Discussing her “scary” image today, Jones says: “When I perform on stage I become those male bullies, those dominators from my childhood. That’s probably why it’s so scary, because they scared me. I enjoy being feminine, but I like role swapping.”
She leans confidentially toward me. “It’s nice to have your boyfriend cook, don’t you think” she asks. “And to put some heels on him once in a while, hmm?” She cocks an eyebrow at me. “You should say ‘let me see you walk in these and feel what I feel a little bit’. It’s important that the sexes understand each other. And actually if a guy has really nice legs, a beautiful muscle that can look really good, really interesting. Mmm… ” When I ask Jones what she would do if she were a man for a week, she picks a fishbone delicately from between her teeth and tells me she’d run for President. And laughs.
The Telegraph: Grace Jones at 60
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