<![CDATA[ANNIE SAVOY: Ekphrasis Inverted

<![CDATA[ANNIE SAVOY: Ekphrasis Inverted - Annie\'s Blog]]>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 16:53:47 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[still ungovernable]]>Sun, 20 Apr 2025 20:16:37 GMThttps://www.anniesavoy.com/annies-blog/still-ungovernable

A woman’s body always stands on the outskirts of town, verging on uncivilization...
half of its whole being is devoted to remembering how to live in the woods.
This is why Witch, this is why Whore, this is why Unlucky, this is why Unclean.
This is why attempts to govern the female body always have a feeling of last resort,
because the female body is fundamentally ungovernable.
- Patricia Lockwood

My god, the last Sinful Sunday. What an era it's been,

When I first started blogging in 2017 as Annie Savoy, I found Molly and Sinful Sunday and got accepted into this vast colorful wonderfully supportive and creative erotic community. Molly specifically was so welcoming and forthcoming about the logistics of blogging as well as memes and bloggers to follow but mostly she was and remains one of the most incredible self-photography mentors I've ever encountered in this erotic photography space.

I've taken so much creative inspiration from this community and I will miss it so much.

To everyone who's posted on Sinful Sunday, to all those who found ways to accept themselves and their sexuality by turning the camera on their own bodies, to all those who sent appreciative DMs and left wonderful comments, I cannot be more appreciative.

I raise a glass to all of you and am filled with gratitude to have been part of this community for a brief period.

And to Molly, the biggest thank you. Most of us would not have continued in this art form without you. Whatever you go to next, I can't wait to see it.

]]><![CDATA[beginnings]]>Thu, 29 Feb 2024 17:34:06 GMThttps://www.anniesavoy.com/annies-blog/beginnings

It is what we see
of stars—all endings
& untouchable
Beginnings
— Brandon Som

]]><![CDATA[soul]]>Wed, 28 Feb 2024 18:54:58 GMThttps://www.anniesavoy.com/annies-blog/soul

The soul is not in the body so much as the body is in the soul.
— Meister Eckhart

]]><![CDATA[dream]]>Tue, 27 Feb 2024 16:24:24 GMThttps://www.anniesavoy.com/annies-blog/dream

come
let’s build
what we become
when we dream
— Nikki Giovanni

]]><![CDATA[vibration]]>Mon, 26 Feb 2024 17:13:57 GMThttps://www.anniesavoy.com/annies-blog/vibration

Like a spider in its web, a vibration anywhere
is felt everywhere.
― Lois Farfel Stark

]]><![CDATA[window]]>Sun, 25 Feb 2024 16:12:20 GMThttps://www.anniesavoy.com/annies-blog/window

At night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language-door and
open the love window. The moon
won’t use the door, only the window.
— Rumi (as translated by Coleman Barks)

]]><![CDATA[armour]]>Sat, 24 Feb 2024 16:25:26 GMThttps://www.anniesavoy.com/annies-blog/armour

Love that I bear
within my breast
how is my armour melted
how my heart
— HD

]]><![CDATA[itch]]>Fri, 23 Feb 2024 23:00:43 GMThttps://www.anniesavoy.com/annies-blog/itch

The desire for reassurance. And, equally, to be reassured. (The itch to ask whether I’m still loved;
and the itch to say, I love you, half-fearing that the other has forgotten, since the last time I said it.)
― Susan Sontag

]]><![CDATA[educate]]>Thu, 22 Feb 2024 16:21:31 GMThttps://www.anniesavoy.com/annies-blog/educate

Stare. It is the way to educate your eye, and more.
Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.
– Walker Evans

]]><![CDATA[summer]]>Wed, 21 Feb 2024 18:52:58 GMThttps://www.anniesavoy.com/annies-blog/summer

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay

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