the silk there used to be.

You know, since Berlin I grew interested in old faded strangers' photos. They make me wonder and help me dream. There was life in here and even far far there, long before me, there were hope, and care, and obstinacy, and will, and pride and intimacy and expectations, and there were thoughts, that become unintentionally clear and exposed when their owner is not here anymore to hide them. They look sort of wise, these grey elegant people with Turkish eyebrows, somehow aware and yet bright and patient, as if their soul grew old and experienced while they kept their young prominent figure staring at you.
I found these old pictures from a older rag-and-bone dealer in the Asian half of Istanbul.

1960. there used to be a lot of silk. And twisted glittering doodles, and a fierce and noble gaze.Photobucket Photobucket
Strong sisterhood in spite of injured ankle and kid facing adults' worries.

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Exemplary Turkish woman with potential concerns and 1949 country mum and babies with joyful clothes.

1961. That's the kind of picture that turn me into a big biology fan. It's astonishing how much of our story, a great part of which we're not even aware of, we carry around written on our very face.Photobucket
Pride and bravey. Are they a couple or just partners? Pale, combed, resolute, polished.Photobucket
1929. Ahh, the twenties! When we still called the place Costantiniye and side-parted our hair!

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