The picture on the top makes me feel beautiful.
You probably wonder why as I, The Chic C, am not in it.
And yes, obviously, I, per se, am not in this photograph.
BUT the structure of the picture as well as its elements such as the two main characters, Kate and Chiwetel, are in the centre. The light that comes from behind seems to come towards them. Makes them shine and glow in a way. I feel love, excitement, curiosity, mystery looking at both characters and the scene they are placed in. The ship's railing as well as the shore's line cutting it literally off from the mainland are horizontals and the lighthouse and the church/cathedral in the back are verticals here. To the unknowing eye they are maybe unimportant pieces to this intricate puzzle. Yet they are important in framing this situation and placing it in a world of balance and order. Still this world is not in balance and in order. The world and the moment we, the spectator, the intruding eye, look into/upon, is displaying a courting scene. It feels like a Julia Roberts Pretty Woman moment to me when I see Kate's dress and her coy move trying to hold her silk dress from the wind that seems to blow. She is not looking into his eyes. Why you ask as I am sure he has wonderful, beautiful, mesmerizing eyes. Eyes one can delve into. Eyes that make you forget your own name, your address and even your phone number. But she plays the coy girl very well. A girl played by a woman that knows her worth, that doesn't want to come off as too easy, but a woman who is taking part in the game of courtship. I also feel that whatever he is saying to her right now makes up for the loss of seeing his eyes, of looking into them and losing yourself instantly.
I am sure that his voice must be beautiful too. His lips foretell the beauty of the voice that lies beneath. His lips are beautiful. I like how is body language is turned toward her fully; his hands buried into his pant pockets to hide how much he'd like to embrace her and show her how much he desires her. I like that both are playing. That both have silently agreed to the unspoken rules of courting. But the unseen and unfelt wind, of which she is pretending to protect herself from, is the indication that there are feelings, emotions, swirling, moving, encircling them.
I like to look upon this scene. It makes me happy. Soulful. Rejoiced. Because it reminds me of love.
Love is beautiful. Simple. It doesn't ask where you are from and what your name is. It doesn't bother if you have gone to college or if you are pretty. It just moves you inside. Beautifully. Simply.
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