“The Sun is just a star, no matter how bright it is, and all stars die. But in the wake of their destruction, comes the dispersal of stardust, and the potential for the creation of something even more beautiful than before”
[Click for better quality, tumblr’s being a bitch]
I worked with a French designer once. Nice guy, but during focus he told me to “get hard and come on my face”. I mean, I knew what he meant, but any other combination of words to get me to focus that light wouldn’t have resulted in me doubled over laughing in the catwalks.