19 Apr 2012

Tears , idle tears


Delicate to my dearest.

    

Tears .idle tears .I know not what they mean.
tears from the depth of some diving despair
rise in the heart .adn gather to the eyes 
in looking on the happy Autumn-fields
and thinking of the days that are no more

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail 
that brings our friends from the underworld 
sad as the last which reddens over one 
that sinks with all we love below the verge
so sad, so fresh, the days that are no more

Ah , sad and strange as in dark summer dawns 
the earliest pipe of the half-awaken'd birds 
to dying ears .when unto dying eyes 
the casement slowly grows a glimmering aquare 
so sad ,so strange .the days that are no more

Dear as remember'd kisses after death
and sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd 
on lips that are for others .deep as love
deep as first love ,and wild with all regret 
o Death in life the days that are no more                    
     
                         by: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)







Photographer & Styling : Valda Chang

Assistance: Candyce & Ievy

Model: Licia Lee

18 Apr 2012

Detention of individuals

       

         
           This are the project which I did it ages ago , haven't upload yet for so long, finally here it is.




         

                 Photography & styling : Valda Chang
 
                 Assistance: Candyce &  Lydia

                 Model : Gemma Zhen Ma Herens