My Bohemian Style
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Herb Ritts - Gitanes, 1989-1990

My Bohemian Style

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Herb Ritts - Gitanes, 1989-1990

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thatbohemiangirlWe are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

~Arthur O'Shaughnessy, "Ode," 1874