Purple Diary [ May 7 ] : A night with Milla Jovovich

Dan Colen, Milla Jovovich and Olivier Zahm at the Bowery Hotel, New York. Photo Olivier Zahm

Purple Diary [ May 9 ] : Drawing from Stephanie Daoud

Purple Diary [ May 9 ] : Sex

Picture of Dakota at the Standard Hotel, New York. Photo Olivier Zahm

Purple Diary [ May 11 ] : Christian Schoeler

Purple Diary [ May 13 ] : Bank Violette

Banks Violette’s new show, Not Yet Titled presents a series of drawings and a lone sculpture of a motorcycle that has been cast entirely in resin and salt at Team Gallery, 83 Grand Street, New York from May 7th to June 20th. Photo Rachel Chandler

Purple Diary = [ May 14 ] : Terence Koh

Terence Koh performing at the Dizzonance Dance Festival, Rome. Photo Silvia Gentili

Purple Diary = [ May 14 ] : Trouble

A drawing sent to Purple Diary from Stephanie Daoud.

The Open Sky - Sushanna

You ripple, you oscillate ; you wave,
And crash into my body only to be expelled through my heart like bats fleeing from a cave.
You hold on tight, you give; and you take away,
Amidst the covert transition from night to day.
You are so beautiful that looking at you consumes my mind
with anxiety and strange relief,
The butterflies inside my brain perch quietly only when I am not looking at you in disbelief.
Sometimes I look upon you and wonder if heaven is on Earth; you are my window into the vast unknown,
Only you can bring me solace when you are overcast and you are a daily reminder that I am not alone.
You are the sky, you are the celestial getaway for the mind; you are the center of my life,
You are the moody, whimsical husband and I am the devoted, loving wife.
Because of you the world is alive; every afternoon I worship the color of your skin,
Dark blue above me and deep, deep orange and pink on the horizon.
The sun and the clouds come to together to pay homage and refract sweet light,
After the rain has fallen and the weary clouds go about their business, the setting sun is the most beautiful sight.
When you are black, you are fine--the stars twinkle when they weep,
And when you are blue, you are such a calming force--the butterflies in my head go right to sleep.
When you are sad, the sun loses the will to shine as grey clouds gather and consume,
Ice cold tears fall one after the other and in the distance lightning and silent flashes ominously loom.
When you are hurt, your blood flows thick and quickly across your pink and purple flesh; the sky seems like it is on fire,
And I love it when you are hurting--I want to see the flames go higher and higher.
You are the often ignored beauty; not enough people look up to see what I see,
You are magnificent, beautiful, and strange..you are just like me...

Le couple, un jour à la fois = Le respect mutuel

Le respect mutuel est sans doute l'élément essentiel de la communication. Comment peut-on favoriser l'expression authentique des gens autour de soi si on ne leur accorde pas le respect et le droit d'exprimer leurs propres pensées ? Comment peut-on s'exprimer librement lorsqu'on est face à une personne qui ne nous respecte pas ? Chacun a sa propre expérience, sa vision des choses, et surtout le droit d'être soi-même en toutes circonstances.