Current Residence: Toulouse, France.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XXXXL for socks , XXXXXS for Caps
Print preference: On my forehead......
Favourite genre of music: my favorite song ever is Wicked Game, Chris Isaak.
Favourite photographer: ........Lightnings?
Favourite style of art: French Kissing.....still...
MP3 player of choice: my old 1992 "Cassettes" Walkman......
Shell of choice: that wooden table that keeps starvin' cause the feet are not equals...
Wallpaper of choice: No PC around, for now it's a grey naked broken wall.
Skin of choice: Kibo, he's sleepin' against my door, like i invented him, they just don't care of us.
Favourite cartoon character: the old grey half-blind dog Kibo, i wonder who will be the last to wake up here..i feel so old now..
Personal Quote: When you read 4 yourself, whose voice do you hear in your head? [T.Latapie-Séré]
I've been in Germany last week... to bring a friend back home in Heidelberg, i felt like going back home right away then.... because it's far from my home in the south of France but.. i just couldn't.... i had a little "détour"..... in Düsseldorf; looking for an answer to that dream i had few days earlier( yeah, i know, long story... ) god must have been on my side this time for i saw the...girl (yes i know thank you) ....the one i just couldn't stop thinking about... just few steps away from me...what were the odds for me to cross her way in such a foreign city to me.... sometimes now, i want to think that i made a mistake, that it only happened in another silly dream of mine, that she wasn't...really there...but the thing is she stood there... and smiled, not to me of course but...and her hands...passing in her hairs... her hairs, and the warm fading wind passing trough her hands...anyway, i just stood there, like warmly freezed by the magic grace of her presence, like everything going slower around her , and my blue eyes slow like a summer sky watching over her... i want to remember that moment...forever ( herz: ) ....by the time i put myself together, she was on her way... away... and i said nothing... i just got my hands in my Levi's back pockets, got my head up and..i took the biggest breath ever...then i got back to my car, where the MP3 Player was still rolling on and singing that lovely french song called " La Javanaise "...de Serge Gainsbourg... later, on the road back home, a smoke hanging on my lips and her lips hanging on my thoughts, i understood that i just couldn't get in her life like that, you know like, "-hey Sunshine! , is that the mark of the sun on your goldy lips or is it just my eyes on the path of heaven? (my private own line!, quote me! lol)" .. no way, she would certainly have thought i'm crazy or something..even when the night comes now, as millions of stars were borned and died, i just can't help myself thinking that i should have say something, maybe get closer... i don't know... silly me, silly romantic frenchy boy.... but... reality, yes reality, bread before roses... real before magic... right............. right............
I have to admit i have posted a lot of stuff in my gallery lately, it's just that i had plenty of time this summer... i wish i could give back the attention you have for me, to all of you, my fellow deviants... Merci beaucoup!! .....
The last song i fell in love on.... and with.