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martes, 7 de agosto de 2012


Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. 
My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of 
three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. 
She was Lola in slacks. 
She was Dolly at school. 
She was Dolores on the dotted line. 
But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Vladimir Nabokov

Lolita: Mariana López

Styling: Tanya Alvarez
Photographer: Viviana Cardona 

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