The view from my window at monsieur JCFG's lovely apartment...
...remind me of a Magritte painting I saw at the Kunsthaus a little later...
...where an Ernst work in the room of Giacomettis stole my heart and took my mind back to where I come from...
...the sea. Here Christodoulos' work on Sarah Bernhard's carved throne at Belle-île-en-Mer, where every morning she would sit and speak to the waters.. beautifully installed in the far end corner.
My gift from london...
Elad Lassry double exposed
A guest and a host... ?
two ghosts!
... I fell in love with Comix's new boots, following them under tables
The day after the party...
... I was a bit confused; where am I?
Ugo Rondinone showed me the way...
...and entered the most bizarre museum, Landes; there was a beautiful wooden, lionheaded sleigh, the most amazing cupboard from 1939, half was wood carved and half was a mirror, extremely beautiful tapestries, while the modern was in a very peculiar dialogue with the romantic days and their products.
A Swiss photo journalist prize reminded me again, who I was there for...
And who I am...
... found senior JG in a corridor and left the city dreaming of more lakes and castles and swans; waking up the morning after in Istanbul I somehow felt I'd been dreaming.
The view from my window at monsieur JCFG's lovely apartment...
...remind me of a Magritte painting I saw at the Kunsthaus a little later...
...where an Ernst work in the room of Giacomettis stole my heart and took my mind back to where I come from...
...the sea. Here Christodoulos' work on Sarah Bernhard's carved throne at Belle-île-en-Mer, where every morning she would sit and speak to the waters.. beautifully installed in the far end corner.
My gift from london...
Elad Lassry double exposed
A guest and a host... ?
two ghosts!
... I fell in love with Comix's new boots, following them under tables
The day after the party...
... I was a bit confused; where am I?
Ugo Rondinone showed me the way...
...and entered the most bizarre museum, Landes; there was a beautiful wooden, lionheaded sleigh, the most amazing cupboard from 1939, half was wood carved and half was a mirror, extremely beautiful tapestries, while the modern was in a very peculiar dialogue with the romantic days and their products.
A Swiss photo journalist prize reminded me again, who I was there for...
And who I am...
... found senior JG in a corridor and left the city dreaming of more lakes and castles and swans; waking up the morning after in Istanbul I somehow felt I'd been dreaming.
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