happy new year, my 14 followers! and fuck you, last year (excuse my language)

black, over me, and inside. a lot of black.
red wall... red is important for my balance. too much contrast, too much saturated red. therapeutic, i tell you.
not to mention love, and death, and passion. and broken hearts. poor people, they never learn

last year. last life. last pain

december blue and untrue

variations

softly

bleu aquarelle

road sides

blue sky over home

random double and single exposures, from a Jasmin and a tree under my balcony.

dilemma ID

here is a much more resembling portrait of my self, at least for the last 41 years:)
can someone tell me how to stop ?
i changed my mind, i don't want to stop. i just decided to stop worrying about it. to give up the sweet pain

confusing ID

it's me, in fact the most recent me. i love the tones, the lights, the softness
of the model ( who's That woman ?? )
it's a weird me, let's call it a me on the road. a me taking his matress on his shoulders and walking where his feet take him

fière décadence

confusion des sens

l'instant où je fus morte un peu