Wherever they are, indoors or out, is studio. Indoors or out, studio separates them like a skin from contact with us who see them.
And it is from those models and their intimate smell of perfume and cigarettes and underwear that such photographers as Irving Penn bring their art into being.
Mr. Turveydrop gives a deportment lesson and decides on the grade.
Dickens, Bleak House, chapter 14
Until the rolling heaven made them blue,
A blue beyond the rainy hyacinth.
Be the finding of a satisfaction, and may
Be of a man skating, a woman dancing, a woman
Combing. The poem of the act of the mind.
Sources: “Sea Surface Full of Clouds” and “Of Modern Poetry.”