The skin, the sun-burnt shade, freckles, hair
The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body
The circling rivers, the breath, and breathing it in and out
The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees
The thin red jellies within you or within me - the bones and the marrow in the bones;
oh I say, these are not the parts and poems of the Body only, but of the Soul
oh I say now these are the Soul!

-Walt Whitman, I sing the body electric

Photography by Jonathan Bar

Featuring Zara, Armani Beauty, May Martin fine jewelry, Bagatiba