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Name: Lady Vyvyane Lux
Birthday: 5/15/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: music(the Beatles, britpop, twee pop, indie pop, C86, punk, post-punk,electronica, chamber pop, dream pop, shoegaze, new wave,post-rock), films (cult & classics), literature, art, philosophy, religious studies, cultural studies, pornography, eroctic literature&films, self-indulge, self-mutiliation, depression, pain, articulation, british culture,trash and weirdos,generation X
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
ICQ:  145596829
Member Since:
6/8/2004
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| À Venise ou à Saigon?
Comme Tadizo et Aschebach;
Ou comme la jeune fille et l'homme chinois?
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或許已有十多年沒有提起畫筆，是你讓我重拾對繪畫和做小手工的興趣。雖然做得不好，我想你會喜歡吧！ 也是你令我明白原來我可以毫無條件地疼愛一個人，原來被某人需要的感覺是這樣的。 我不想看到有人像我一樣，有一個稱不上十分愉快也談不上十分不幸的童年，但是，我的童年總有陰霾，不知是否我有妄想症而不自知，或是事情真的如此發生過，我身邊沒有太多真心疼愛自己的人，卻有一些人不知為何傷害我。 我不想陰霾走向你那兒，所以我會疼愛你，直到永遠，如有永遠的話。 | | |
| “In a sense, Pater’s preface and conclusion to The Renaissance were to his age what Susan Sontag’s essay Against Interpretation was to hers: a call for a new form of eroticism in criticism with an emphasis on the surface of things and a breaking down of barriers between high and low forms of art to include within the scope of criticism an understanding of the body’s relationship to the experience of art. Though hardly new as a concept of aesthetics－a renewal of the senses being one of the oldest definitions－Sontag’s attempt to redirect criticism to the focus on the body’s reactions to stimuli, most especially to pleasure for its own sake, was a way to bring back Wilde.” The Aesthetics of Self-Invention: Oscar Wilde to David Bowie, Shelton Waldrep (2004) | | |
| It was when Dorian Gray reached his end, coarse thought itself cunningly hid under the armour of elegance but it clumsily unmasked itself. | | |
| Thus, I do have memories of love. No doubt it was not a true passion, but I am not sure whether a true passion would have made me better or only happier. Nevertheless, I see too clearly how much egotism such an emotion contains. I attached myself to you. I attached myself: that, unhappily, is the only appropriate word. Weeks went by; every day the princess found reasons to keep you there longer; I think you began to become accustomed to me. We came to exchange our memories of childhood. Thanks to you, I was aware of happy ones. Through me, you were aware of sad ones. It was as if we had divided our pasts in half. Every hour increased this shy fraternal intimacy, and I realised with horror that we had come to be thought of as fiancés. Alexis, Marguerite Yourcenar | | |
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