Friday, October 30, 2009

Photographer: Annie Leibovitz

Lewis Carroll dressed her as an innocent in satin and ribbons.
Disney made her flaxen haired and saucer eyed.
In the pages of Vogue the land of merry unbirthday and late running rabbits shimmers to life again---as the world's most influential designers dress the original little girl lost in their own visions.---Vogue December 2003 
"I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth!
How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downwards!  The Antipathies I think---"
"It was much pleasanter at home," thought poor Alice, "when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits.  And yet--and yet, it's rather curious, you know, this sort of life."
"I know what you're thinking about,"  said Tweedledum, "but it isn't so, nohow."
continued Tweedledee,
"if it was so, it might be,
and if it were so
it would be
but as it isn;t, it ain't.
That's logic."
"Your hair wants cutting,' said the Hatter.  He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity.  
"You should learn to not make personal remarks."  Alice said with some severity.  
"It's very rude."
"Reeling and Writhing," the Mock Turtle replied. "And then the different branched of Aritlunetic---Ambition.  Distraction, Uglification, and Derision."
"I never hear of Uglification,"  Alice ventured to say.
"What is it?"
As visiting Karl Lagerfeld looked on, Alice caught the baby, which grunted violently.  
"If you're going to turn into a pig," she declared, "I'll have nothing more to do with you."
The Queen turned crimson with fury, and after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, began screaming--
"Off with her head!
"Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it."
"Oh Kitty!  How nice it would be if we could only get through into Looking Glass House!
I 'm sure it's got oh such beautiful things in it!"
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence:  At last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
"Who are you?"
said the Caterpillar.
"We're all mad here, I'm mad, you're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."