Spies in the House of Love

“The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.”

― Anais Nin

Spies in the House of Love is a compilation of references serving a larger project...

Stevie Nicks (1981)

I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?

-Maya Angelou

I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?

-Maya Angelou

“…as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn’t happened.”

Marguerite Duras, Blue Eyes, Black Hair (1986)

One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.


—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

Sex and the City (1998-2004)

To find preconfigurations of what love was to be for us, we must go to Alexandria and Rome. Love is born in metropolises.

-Octavio Paz

The Color Purple 

Steven Spielberg (1985)

First Kiss

Tatia Pilieva (2014)

Baby, It’s You

The Shirelles (1961)

Buffalo Stance

Neneh Cherry (1988)

Party Girl (1995)

Unrequited Love

Lykke Li (2011)

As she appeared, the orderly alignment of the city gave way, before this ladder one was invited to climb, standing straight in space like the ladder of Baron Munchausen which lead to the sky.
Only, her ladder lead to fire.
— Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love

As she appeared, the orderly alignment of the city gave way, before this ladder one was invited to climb, standing straight in space like the ladder of Baron Munchausen which lead to the sky.

Only, her ladder lead to fire.

— Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love