Catalogue Des B-G

14/07/2015

02/05/2015

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02/05/2015

26/04/2015

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09/04/2015

WHAT ABOUT THIS ?
PICTURE PAGE :D ;)

05/03/2015

Dear best friend,
I really didn’t think, after the last time, I would ever call you a best friend again. I truly thought I was done, over with it all. But here we are, both agreeing that pretty much, we’re stuck with each other. I think it’s inevitable. Even at the worst arguments, even at hating each other, truly, we could never part.
Because of you, I really am who I am. You being in my life taught me to never regret anything. And I regret nothing, despite everything. And with us, hah, everything is a lot.
I have a lot of firsts with you. A fu***ng s**t load of memories.

So here’s to us, best friend, and our raggedy old friendship.

04/03/2015

Special Look

01/03/2015

Falling for her would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make.

18/01/2015

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

03/01/2015

We know the original relation of the theater and the cult of the Dead: the first actors separated themselves from the community by playing the role of the Dead: to make oneself up was to designate oneself as a body simultaneously living and dead: the whitened bust of the totemic theater, the man with the painted face in the Chinese theater, the rice-paste makeup of the Indian Katha-Kali, the Japanese No mask ... Now it is this same relation which I find in the Photograph; however 'lifelike' we strive to make it (and this frenzy to be lifelike can only be our mythic denial of an apprehension of death), Photography is a kind of primitive theater, a kind of Tableau Vivant, a figuration of the motionless and made-up face beneath which we see the dead.

31/12/2014

I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me
Thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be
Open my eyes yeah, it was only just a dream
So I travelled back down that road
Will she come back? No one knows
I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream

I was at the top and now it's like I'm in the basement
Number one spot and now she find her a replacement
I swear now I can't take it, knowing somebody's got my baby
And now you ain't around baby I can't think
I should've put it down, should've got the ring
Cause I can still feel it in the air
See her pretty face, run my fingers through her hair
My lover, my life, my shawty, my wife
She left me, I'm tied
bonne faite ;-)

31/12/2014

happy new yearrrrrrrrrrrrr