1. Belladonna of Sadness (1973)

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  3. Elle a les yeux revolver 

     

  4. I’m a dreamer, that’s why I suffer.

     
  5. Lennon and Yoko 

     
  6. In the 1978 film, Pretty Baby, Brooke Shields plays a 12 year old prostitute in the red light district of New Orleans in the early 1900s. She was the same age as the character she portrayed while filming.

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  7. I love you once

    I love you twice

    I love you more than beans and rice.

     
  8. Words can’t express everything.

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  9. … glitches play across our skin and transform our bodies. 

     
     
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  11. THE WORLD TURNS WITHOUT ME

     
  12. WATER ME

     
     
  13. Talented and hypnotic Tahlia.

    Let me introduce you to my late obsession, Tahlia Barnett the UK based singer of FKA Twigs.

    Her music is a psychedelic journey into creation and beauty.

    The vocals are breathy and soft, embracing some hip hop & electro beats.  She is the sensual and provocative side of the london underground music scene.

    This is something different, something deep. Dig in.

     
     
  14. SHE SHOT ME DOWN

    Francesca Woodman was famous for all of her twisted photographs and for the way she was playing with distortion and light. She tested the limits and went beyond with strong and suggestive photos.

    I fell in love with her work few years ago, when i discoreved her in NYC the place where she raised as an artist and the place where she decided to end her life.

    She put pieces of herself in every of her « self-portrait »  and I believe her mind, her talent eat her alive.

    January 19th 1981, she killed herself at the age of 22y/o.

    We will always remember how creative and inspiring you were.

     

  15. Annabel Lee

    It was many and many a year ago,

    It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love-
    I and my Annabel Lee;
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsman came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me-
    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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