A photographic attempt for a non-moralist and post-romantic language of love.

A discursive journey through passion for love and life. I want to look back on the tales i tell,. And know i grasped a some-thing. When the ink of my tattoos has run together,. The lines blurred and edgeless. I want to have found the line of the some-thing. In a zig-zagged stitch of mad love. When the day comes that my hair has grown coarse. For the colour leeched from it,. I want to look back on a technicolour scape. Of improbable pieces and patterns.

Saturday, June 18, 2011. No matter how much time has gone by, I always longed to be beside you,. Its strange to wonder how I would have wanted life to be if you gave me a chance,. I would have done anything to turn things around, even if it meant learning to dance. I wish that you would look into my eyes and tell me what you see,. Crushes you get over and the tears go away,.

Un chαpitre de mα vie vien de se terminer, le secondαire. Jespere que mes αutres chαpitres vα bien se dérouler.