Daily Dust - a diary of photography

@ 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

Urbanity, humanity,

Blue winter, blue lines,

Baby blues in dusty pains.

It’s nice to be sad when you know that you’ll feel the chocolate,

Once you’re home,
Once you’re home