We had the conclusion and I guess that’s something. So I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A?
You are an artist, so create a show with shapes, colours and your own body.
Through the translucent, under the veil. Constant longing and filtered emotion. Memories of touch and pressure. Friction of skin on skin. Abstract recollections of a future embrace.
A picture is a poem without words
A multicultural bohemian chic look to bring that extra touch of spice into the end of the cold season mood. It’s time to fall in love again.