"After a painful breakup, a woman goes to Paris and decides to start a new life…"
In this image essay, I speak of lost love and wounds that do not heal with time - perhaps because we need them to explain who we are.
« Après une rupture difficile, une femme part pour Paris et décide de commencer une nouvelle vie…»
Dans cet essai d’images, je parle de l’amour perdu et des blessures qui ne guériront pas avec le temps — peut-être parce qu’on en a besoin pour expliquer qui on est.
In a sense, everything is just as good as what you might have been exposed to having indulged in a few solitary lessons
to the uttermost wiped yourself with a soft rag
to keep the result from being more ludicrous
than pleasing
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