My One-Woman book club expanding
I was riding a train from Harlem and spotted a fashionable guy reading my favorite book in the world Atlas Shrugged. I told him how much I loved that book, I read it two times in the row, and to me it’s the ultimate most passionate love story. Love in every sense of this word. Suddenly several other People in the subway car turned to us and started passionately saying how much they loved that book too, as well as Fountainhead. And how many times they had read it. Some people quoted lines from the book. It was incredible- I was in the most surreal heaven. I mean, I would have NEVER guessed those most unassumingly-looking people were to-die-for fans of the lengthy objectivist novels… And thought John Galt was the hottest, most exciting man. (of course he is, although MY sex symbol in the novel is Hank Rearden- I’m very conservative:-)

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What a ride… Only in New York!

“the extension of the self was ..a natural process, akin to the blossoming of a plant. While a plant extends towards the sun throughout its life; human beings evolve internally. We rise up and florish, or become stunted, involuted, as we react to the forces that press against us. Our growth takes place within the invisible realm of our mental space. And the unreachable sun we rise toward is knowledge - of the self and the universe.” 

Breaking Open The Head

The happiest day of my life! My “baby”, LipsOfBabel.com - interactive website with supermodels from all around the world reciting their native tongue twisters- IS UP!!!!
Stay tuned as I continue with my dream and pursuit to capture and therefore preserve 300 + languages. According to National Geographic every 14 days a language on the planet goes extinct!
If you know a model who speaks a rare language let her know about Lips Of Babel!

“Have you thought of all the doors that have shut at night and opened again? Of women who have looked about with lamps, like you, and who have scurried on fast
feet? Like a thousand mice they go this way and that, now fast, now slow, some halting behind doors, some trying to find the stairs, all approaching or leaving their misplaced mousemeat that lies in some cranny, on some couch, 
down on some floor, behind some cupboard;
and all the
windows, great and small, from which love and fear have peered, shining and in tears. Put those windows end to end and it would be a casement that would reach around the world; and put those thousand eyes into one eye and you would have the night combed with the great blind searchlight of the heart.

Djuna Barnes
Nightwood

“For the lover it is the night into which his beloved goes that destroys his heart; he wakes her suddenly only to look the hyena in the face which is her smile, as she leaves that company. So I say, what of the night, the terrible night?”

Nightwood,

Djuna Barnes

New York Fairy Tale: Rainy Monday

Robyn last night