My Love is Like a Dead, Red Rose

TMFTML points out this excellent essay in The Guardian, in which Geoff Dyer discusses the love affair between Edward Weston and eternal muse Tina Modotti.

Weston was contemptuous of "bourgeois" respectability but he was wary of "too much sentimentality over the proletariat. Too much deification of the Indian." Modotti, though, was becoming steadily more drawn to the simmering cauldron of Mexican politics.

That certainly sounds like every one of my failed relationships. The exhibition is at The Barbican Art Gallery in London through August 4.