and forever will be,
by the gift of Audrey Hepburn before my camera.
I cannot lift her to greater heights.
She is already there.
I can only record.
I cannot interpret her.
There is no going further than who she is.
She has achieved in herself her ultimate portrait.”
- Richard Avedon’s words regarding his muse,
You are unwritten poetry
rhymes and meaning yet to be told.
Or perhaps undeveloped film?
Memories captured waiting to be revealed,
Holding much promise.
Quite possible you are a rose unplucked,
Yet to be held, your sweet scent yet to behold.
Thorns, petals and leaves, an amalgam of beauty;
ambiguous only to those who know you not.
You are an embarrassment of riches.
I struggle to understand the depths of you.
Your immensity has left me in awe..