It was a morning. In Paris. Some day in April 2008.
I woke up next to my cousin on a madrass, in a messy apartment.
We lived with another cousins friend. He was crazy. And loved art.
First thing I saw when I opened up my eyes that morning was a photography on a book.
That's my first encounter with this mans vision.
I woke up next to my cousin on a madrass, in a messy apartment.
We lived with another cousins friend. He was crazy. And loved art.
First thing I saw when I opened up my eyes that morning was a photography on a book.
That's my first encounter with this mans vision.
[www.guybourdin.org]
Bless.
