Frida Kahlo & Diego Rivera ~ Together Alone
Together Alone...
Martin Munkácsi:
Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera, 1934
Frida Kahlo & Diego Rivera ~ Together Alone
Together Alone...
Martin Munkácsi:
Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera, 1934
Anna Karenina ~ A Story Of Love And Despair
“Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Photo: Greta Garbo, 1934
Soren Kierkegaard ~ On Passion
It is really curious how men, whom I otherwise look upon as honest, and who in other respects are not my enemies, lie monstrously, and are hardly conscious of it themselves, when they really get into a passion. Passion has an extraordinary power. How foolish, then, is the modern seeking after system upon system, as though help was to be found there; no, passion must be purified.
Soren Kierkegaard's Journal, 1846
Henry Miller ~ His Passion For Anais Nin
"Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me. [...] This is a little drunken, Anaïs. I am saying to myself "here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere." I remember your saying - "you could fool me, I wouldn't know it." When I walk along the boulevards and think of that. I can't fool you - and yet I would like to. I mean that I can never be absolutely loyal - it's not in me. I love women, or life, too much - which it is, I don't know. But laugh, Anaïs, I love to hear you laugh. You are the only woman who has a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance - no more, you seem to urge me to betray you. I love you for that. [...]
I don't know what to expect of you, but it is something in the way of a miracle. I am going to demand everything of you - even the impossible, because you encourage it. You are really strong. I even like your deceit, your treachery. It seems aristocratic to me."

Henry Miller (A Literate Passion : Letters of Anais Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953)
George Brassai ~ The Need Of Passion
In the absence of a subject with which you are passionately involved, and without the excitement that drives you to grasp it and exhaust it, you may take some beautiful pictures, but not a photographic oeuvre.

passers-by in the rain , 1935
Gogol ~ Passion Or Habit?
"What is stronger in us — passion or habit? Or are all the violent impulses, all the whirl of our desires and turbulent passions, only the consequence of our ardent age, and is it only through youth that they seem deep and shattering?"
Nicolai Gogol
D.h. Lawrence ~ The Adoration Of A Woman
“It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if se adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.
D.H. Lawrence - Lady Chatterley's Lover
The Tango ~ Music Of Passion And Malinconia
"A Sad thought dancing" that migrated from the brothels of Buenos Aires to the European dance halls.

Several great writers have written tango songs, but the greatest and most profound lyricist is Enrique Santos Discepolo.
The man who defined the tango as "a sad thought dancing" , "a mixture of anger, pain, faith, and absence" sings of love, death and paradise lost in radically pessimistic poems that express the despair of the thirties, that "infamous decade" where hopes of democracy gave way to coups l'etat and electoral fraud.

Faced with stattered dreams, "All is a lie, nothing is love/the world buggers you about as it turns." Love is always at punishment: "Why was I thought to love/If to love is to cast all your dreams into the sea".

Kees Van Dongen [1877 – 1968]
Tango or Tango of the Archangel
1922 – 1935
Alfred Stevens ~ Young Woman Reading
Alfred Stevens (1823-1906)
Jeune femme lisant, 1856