She closed her eyes and began to speak in a low, patient voice:“Your idea of love is rather primitive. It is not a series of sensations, independent of each other…”I realised how every time I had fallen in love it had been like that: a sudden emotion, roused by a face, a gesture or a kiss, which I remember only as incoherent moments of excitement. “It is something different,” said Anne. “There are such things as lasting affection, sweetness, a sense of loss… but I suppose you wouldn’t understand.” - bonjour, tristesse by francoise sagan- image: sisley campaign 2003- model: ana beatriz barros photographer: terry richardson

She closed her eyes and began to speak in a low, patient voice:
“Your idea of love is rather primitive. It is not a series of sensations, independent of each other…”
I realised how every time I had fallen in love it had been like that: a sudden emotion, roused by a face, a gesture or a kiss, which I remember only as incoherent moments of excitement. “It is something different,” said Anne. “There are such things as lasting affection, sweetness, a sense of loss… but I suppose you wouldn’t understand.”

- bonjour, tristesse by francoise sagan
- image: sisley campaign 2003
- model: ana beatriz barros photographer: terry richardson