Name of the shoot "The wind cries Mary",
came from JIMI HENDRIX song
which served as source of ispiration
for my photographer Cristina Capucci
starring Maria with Elite Models in Milano.
DESIGN SCENE August 8 2012
styled by IRENE DE SANTIS
photography by Cristina Capucci
Make up & Hair Sabina Zanzottera
model Maria Tomaszewska @ Elite Models in MILAN
"THE WIND CRIES MARY"
After all the jacks are in their boxes,
and the clowns have all gone to bed,
you can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
footprints dress in red.
And the wind whispers Mary.
A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
somewhere a King has no wife.
And the wind it cries Mary.
The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed,
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cos the life that they lived is dead.
And the wind screams Mary.
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past,
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last."
And The Wind Cries Mary.
BY JIMI HENDRIX , 1967
and the clowns have all gone to bed,
you can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
footprints dress in red.
And the wind whispers Mary.
A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
somewhere a King has no wife.
And the wind it cries Mary.
The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed,
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cos the life that they lived is dead.
And the wind screams Mary.
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past,
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last."
And The Wind Cries Mary.
BY JIMI HENDRIX , 1967
NEW WORK 2012 : "THE SHADOWPLAY"
photography by Agneza Dorkin
styled by Irene De Santis
model Liuba@NEXT MILANO
make up & hair Paolo Sfarra
"THE SHADOW PLAY"
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you,
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,
In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.
In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more,
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,
And with cold streel, odour on their bodies mad a move to connect,
But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.
I did everything, everything I wanted to,
I let them use you for their own ends,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
styled by Irene De Santis
model Liuba@NEXT MILANO
make up & hair Paolo Sfarra
"THE SHADOW PLAY"
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you,
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,
In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.
In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more,
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,
And with cold streel, odour on their bodies mad a move to connect,
But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.
I did everything, everything I wanted to,
I let them use you for their own ends,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
by JOE DIVISION, 1967
NEWS September 2010: Irene De Santis stylist for STYLE.IT
"NOUVELLE VAUGUE"
Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lensens brightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Eyes, dark grey lensens brightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction .Waiting for out sight.
"JOY DIVISION"
"JOY DIVISION"
STYLE.IT Sept 2010
Coordinamento Styling & Ricerca Irene De Santis
Photography by A&A
Make up Thais Bretas @ Atomo managament
Hair Michele Qureshi @ Freelancer
Katja Krivorova @ Fashion
"TRANSMISSION"
Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.
Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio...
Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, that's all we need know,
To synchronise love to the beat of the show.
And we could dance.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio..
by JOY DIVISION, 1979-80
Radio, live transmission.
Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio...
Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, that's all we need know,
To synchronise love to the beat of the show.
And we could dance.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio..
by JOY DIVISION, 1979-80
ICONS: Nouvelle Vaugue
