In celebration of the ephemeral...

Although this is a knitting blog, the following image has nothing to do with knitting. But think of it as an acknowledgement of wonderful visual talent. It's a photograph by Benoit Peverelli that was part of a spread in, of all places, the Enfants supplement to French Vogue's September 2005 issue.



It's less about the Eric Bompard cashmere sweater and Bill Tornade trousers than it is an homage to the power of imagination and innocence, this little boy against the horizon with his cluster of balloons standing tall with the metropolis at his feet.

This is definitely one of my top ten favourite fashion photographs of all time.

How long can we make the power of that inner child last?

Which brings me back to the two Robs: Laura, you got it right in one in the last post . Buried deep in my subconscious is this poem that was featured in The Outsiders, the film starring a host of pre-Brat Pack members, including Rob Lowe (based on the S.E. Hinton novel):

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

--Robert Frost

(PS. Actual knitting content to follow sometime soon!)