A Dream Within...
"A Dream Within..." is a charity event for Crohn's and Colitis UK
(info: http://www.crohnsandcolitis.org.uk/) and is inspired by Edgar Allan Poe.
Why Crohn's and Colitis UK? Crohn's Disease is a treatable illness, but not curable, also the cause is still unknown. Many people have never even heard of this illness, but with time the symptoms and side effects of Crohn's will get worse (anemia, short bowel syndrome, malnutrition, DVT... etc the list is going on and on), and it sometimes gets life threatening.
With the growing number of patients diagnosed each year it is vital that the research towards this illness is well funded, that soon they will finally find a cure so future patients will not have to face the huge impact of Crohn's on their lives.
Why Poe? I just simply find E. A. Poe very inspiring. There is no other like him.
With the growing number of patients diagnosed each year it is vital that the research towards this illness is well funded, that soon they will finally find a cure so future patients will not have to face the huge impact of Crohn's on their lives.
Why Poe? I just simply find E. A. Poe very inspiring. There is no other like him.
Each designer was assigned to a different verse/part of one of Poe's poems and was asked to interpret it into a creation, a visual composition of theirs.
50% of the income of each design will go to Crohn's and Colitis UK, but there will also be donation boxes dotted around.
The event will start with a little fashion show on 9th of November 1PM SLT and will run for a whole week at Azure Island (Finesmith)
The event will start with a little fashion show on 9th of November 1PM SLT and will run for a whole week at Azure Island (Finesmith)
Featuring today:
Poet's Heart
by Irina Strazytski
Poet's Heart - Aurora (nightsky)
Evening Star
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
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