Articles de Daily Dust - a diary of photography
Last morning, there was policemen. Everywhere. Roads were blocked.
But I suddenly saw a clown. It was Arthur.
And I laughed
When you’re back from parties, and that you have a look at your common wall, you sometimes find new arts.
and it’s pretty cool.
In a tube, in a sub’,
In a couch, under a vault,
Like a vampire who would’n bite me but kiss
Strange & sweet addiction to this life in which,
Black socks & white signs stay forever
Jennyfer is a shop that scares me. But sometimes from a dodgy fitting room, you see the dust.
and then you feel condifent again.
@Moulin Rouge, Pigalle
Moulin rouge has just bought the mythic nightclub “La Loco”. Many night lovers are againts this news as nightlife in Paris seems to be dying.
@ Alma Marceau Tube Station
What if beauty was like an apple chicha,
Like a sheish lost in Paris, after a Gamay for lunch
Beauty is a daily work, a daily beat, a daily pain that makes you feel alright,
And when you’re at Abesses, just remember,
Things in a mirror are closer than they appear
