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beautflstranger ™ 1 part sophia loren 1 part jackie o 1 dash of audrey a splash of marilyn a twist of angelina 2 drops of chanel.

manhattan fashion industry
native new yorker

words, have a habit of welling up inside me to tumble as they do here, with frequency.
the words signed with my name, are my own.

The only copyrights I claim are for my own words & photography.

Copyright © beautflstranger 2011-2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
My words are not to be used without my permission.
My photograph is never to be used.


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beautflstranger turned 3 today!
We hope it was a great year, and we look forward to sharing many more!
Thank you Tumblr…
I just made my wish and blew out the candles on my cupcake!
xoxo beautflstranger

beautflstranger turned 3 today!

We hope it was a great year, and we look forward to sharing many more!

Thank you Tumblr…

I just made my wish and blew out the candles on my cupcake!

xoxo beautflstranger

— 3 hours ago with 38 notes
#tumblr birthday  #tumblr milestone 

' Indefinitely '

(Source: youtube.com)

— 4 hours ago with 6 notes
"a relationship needs to have a solid foundation to survive..sex alone does come with an expiration date."
— 5 hours ago with 238 notes

Music: Jack Nietzsche ( theme song for the film)

Film: 9 1/2 Weeks 

(Source: youtube.com)

— 6 hours ago with 17 notes
Yesterday’s story http://beautflstranger.tumblr.com/post/83615756455    
Part II:
The music http://youtu.be/UqbHoQsRKww  continued its emotional onslaught of haunting beauty. 
So moved by it, that tears were welling in her eyes, threatening to spill with the same passion her heart was feeling.
So carried away was she, that when the door opened, she gasped.
He said not one word to her. Only footsteps, as he once again, with reserved coolness, assessed her.
Her eyes were downcast , palms at her side, fully opened for him.
'You may look up at me,' he told her.
He hadn’t expected her tears.
' The music' she spoke 
' It touched you deeply' he smiled.
She was almost embarrassed when she said ’ Very much so, Sir’ 
' Music is a journey. Each note, building. Each chord, a progression.'
His hand reached for her face to stroke the side of her cheek.
' It moves me too ' he smiled.
He tilted her chin upward.
' The significance of the music is the same way I shall make you feel. 
Each word, each touch, will be a progression. Your tears will flow and carry you on a journey’ 
' Come' he held his hand out to her and brought her to the other side of the room where there was an iron gate bolted to the wall, with ropes attached to it.
' Are you ready to find where that journey will take you? ' he softly said.
' I am Master' she whispered
' Lie down ' he told her.
With complete control and quiet strength, in the same phrase of the music, the cords were wrapped around her.
' Fall into the beauty of it.' he whispered
( c) beautflstranger 2014

Yesterday’s story http://beautflstranger.tumblr.com/post/83615756455    

Part II:

The music http://youtu.be/UqbHoQsRKww  continued its emotional onslaught of haunting beauty.

So moved by it, that tears were welling in her eyes, threatening to spill with the same passion her heart was feeling.

So carried away was she, that when the door opened, she gasped.

He said not one word to her. Only footsteps, as he once again, with reserved coolness, assessed her.

Her eyes were downcast , palms at her side, fully opened for him.

'You may look up at me,' he told her.

He hadn’t expected her tears.

' The music' she spoke 

' It touched you deeply' he smiled.

She was almost embarrassed when she said ’ Very much so, Sir’ 

' Music is a journey. Each note, building. Each chord, a progression.'

His hand reached for her face to stroke the side of her cheek.

' It moves me too ' he smiled.

He tilted her chin upward.

' The significance of the music is the same way I shall make you feel. 

Each word, each touch, will be a progression. Your tears will flow and carry you on a journey’ 

' Come' he held his hand out to her and brought her to the other side of the room where there was an iron gate bolted to the wall, with ropes attached to it.

' Are you ready to find where that journey will take you? ' he softly said.

' I am Master' she whispered

' Lie down ' he told her.

With complete control and quiet strength, in the same phrase of the music, the cords were wrapped around her.

' Fall into the beauty of it.' he whispered

( c) beautflstranger 2014

— 6 hours ago with 31 notes
how touched we are by our senses.
a fragrance can transport us to a certain moment in our lives.
and an image will have the same impact.
but sound has the most profound ability to bring us places in our mind
we are touched so deeply by music that it floods our minds with incredible beauty.
but what about the power of a voice?
words spoken.
perhaps long forgotten.
we live in an amazing age.
on an old iphone, was a voicemail, long forgotten.
with the power and ability to render me speechless.
isn’t it incredible, those moments and the way the world speaks to us?
listen.
thank all of you for following….
beautflstranger xo

how touched we are by our senses.

a fragrance can transport us to a certain moment in our lives.

and an image will have the same impact.

but sound has the most profound ability to bring us places in our mind

we are touched so deeply by music that it floods our minds with incredible beauty.

but what about the power of a voice?

words spoken.

perhaps long forgotten.

we live in an amazing age.

on an old iphone, was a voicemail, long forgotten.

with the power and ability to render me speechless.

isn’t it incredible, those moments and the way the world speaks to us?

listen.

thank all of you for following….

beautflstranger xo

— 7 hours ago with 89 notes