In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art - the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases - beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.
Lo que iba a ser un blog de música, termina convertido en uno de fotografía; o más bien, en un espacio para compartir con vosotros dos de mis mayores aficiones, la fotografía y la música.
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