While sitting for hair and makeup at my job this morning, I did what any model would do: scrolled endlessly through Pinterest. One of my favorite boards I follow is La Peau, created by a writer and dedicated to beautiful images of the human body. At the top of the board is a snippet of poetry by Pablo Neruda, “Perhaps earth has / in some hidden place / the curve and the fragrance of your body,” which reminded me of one of my favorites by him.
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
― Pablo Neruda
La peau, or, in English, skin, is such a beautiful subject to capture. Wonderfully, it holds us together, and allows us to feel the touch of others. Sentimentally, it holds on bitterly to the past, like jaded, glazed eyes, milky and white. Scientifically, it soaks up the sun and turns it into stepping stones to cover the bridge of my nose.
Speaking of which, the warm, spring weather is finally settling in here in Paris, and I am ecstatic. As my final farewell to winter, I’m headed to Val d’Isère tomorrow morning to have some spontaneous skiing/mountain fun! I’ll definitely be posting about this within the next week or so, stay tuned.