Friends and Photography: Annett Bourquin

by Nandia Foteini Vlachou

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I looked inside the summer-house;
It wasn’t over there;
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton’s bracing air.
I don’t know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn’t in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.

When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I’m picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.

W. H. Auden, O Tell Me The Truth About Love (1938)

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Untitled (© Annett Bourquin)

Untitled (© Annett Bourquin)

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[Annett is one of those people that effortlessly make terms such as “independent spirit” or “citizen of the world” sound like insufferable platitudes. A German of Huguenot ancestry who studied industrial design, she has lived in Japan, Mozambique and Portugal among other places, and she currently spends her time taking pictures and making unique handbags. She lives in Lisbon, in a house where things bear the imprint of her personality, minimalist with impeccable taste]

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