You already know how much I love the 1920s, and how much more I love 1920s Paris. Along side that love, I share a deep love for Hemingway and his wives, Dali, Eliot, Picasso, Matisse and most of all F. Scott Fitzgerald and his wife Zelda. All the darlings of the 1920s Paris I hold so dear.
I'm not sure what draws me to them, but I love learning about there tumultuous but love-filled relationship. They seem to have the sort of real love/hate relationship that seems to make no sense but to the two that are a part of it. I find it extremely fascinating.
This weeks inspiration comes from them. I love the beauty that they put into the world, and specifically this quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald;
It's so magnificently romantic, while also holding a foot in reality. He loves her in such an unimaginable way, that he knows it will be the most amazing ride and the end of him. Something so wildly interesting about that.
Hoping your Tuesday is filled with love, but maybe not the complex kind he is speaking of...