Link: The Adventures of Guille and Belinda
Enchanting collection of photos from the New Yorker…
I like this one especially…”Immaculate Conception”
When you are a child, you can become anything you want. You have this sparkle about you — I think of the Dust in Pullman’s The Golden Compass. And when you finally grow up, your roles become limited. You can’t play secretary or mother or king in the same day, but you can still let the sparkle you had die hard.