Since some time, I'm more really interesting stuff (other than writing shit on internet). I tinker, I cure nose scratching my ass. I contemplate the work of other photographers with envy. Them, they are full of stuff and me nothing. I feel like a filmmaker who would have cinoche porn movies his entire life dreaming of secretly filming a real movie one day before dying. A road movie B & W with an intimate atmosphere, actresses in mini skirts, convertibles (cars, not girls, a lot of perverts!). With a soundtrack of jazz. Chet Baker, or something like that ...
" Well ... It's when you exchange the dish of cat that stinks and you go down the garbage?! " it makes me Ms. Piglet
Really, this girl knows nothing about art.
Frozen Piglet
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