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I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side,
And of all who assembled within those walls
That I was the hope and the pride.
I had riches all too great to count
And a high ancestral name.

Irina Reichert Photography pintopinterestBut I also dreamt which pleased me most
That you loved me still the same,
That you loved me
You loved me still the same,
That you loved me
You loved me still the same.

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I dreamt that suitors sought my hand,
That knights upon bended knee
And with vows no maidens heart could withstand,
They pledged their faith to me.
And I dreamt that one of that noble host
Came forth my hand to claim.

Snow Queen outfitpintopinterestBut I also dreamt which charmed me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me
You loved me still the same,
That you loved me
You loved me still the same.



“The world is your exercise book, the pages on which you do your sums. It is not reality, though you may express reality there if you wish. You are also free to write lies, or nonsense, or to tear the pages.” Feather 

irina reichert photography pintopinterestIf you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats.”
Richard Bach



This photoshoot was very special to me. My amazing sculptor sister came as a surprise to visit me from Rome. We barely ever get to shoot when we visit each other, there are so much to catch up on, so much to talk and do!!! We seem to never being able to fine time to shoot. This time with a push of my best friend and my inspiring model Ksenia, we actually went for a photoshoot!  All three of had best time. And we are very thankful for my dear friend Allen Walker for letting us use his amazing artistic home as our “studio”. We all participated in a shoot… even I jumped in from of my camera a couple times.

I still remember that amazing moment
You have appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

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Locked in depression’s hopeless captive,
In haste of clamorous processions,
I heard your voice – soft and attractive.
And dreamt of your beloved expressions.

Best Editorial PhotographerpintopinterestTime passed. In gusts, rebellious and active,
A tempest scattered my affections
And I forgot your voice attractive,
Your sacred and divine expressions.

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Detained in darkness, isolation,
My days would slowly drag in strife.
With lack of faith and inspiration,
With lack of tears, and love and life.

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My soul attained its waking moment:
You re-appeared before my sight,
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

Award winning portrait photographerpintopinterestAnd now, my heart, in fascination
Beats rapidly and finds revived:
Devout faith and inspiration,
And tender tears and love and life.

Alexandr Pushkin

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All harmony, all wondrous fairness,
Aloof from passions and the world,
She rests with tranquil unawareness
In her triumphant beauty furled.

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When, all about her, eyes hold muster,
Nor friends, nor rivals can be found,
Our other beauties’ pallid round
Extinguished wholly by her luster.

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And were you bound I know not where,
Be it to love’s embraces bidden,
Or what choice vision you may bear
In heart’s most private chamber hidden,-

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Yet, meeting her, you will delay,
Struck by besmusement in mid-motion,
And pause in worshipful devotion
At beauty’s sacred shrine to pray.

Alexandr Pushkin

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Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don’t demean;
The nightingale embushed in laurel,
The sylvan singers’ feathered queen

Russian shawlpintopinterestDoes she not bear the same sweet plight,
Near the proud rose’s beauty dwelling,
And with her tender anthems thrilling
The dusk of a voluptuous night

Alexandr Pushkin

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