A skint Parisian and La Coupole

“It is now 1659 and most of the customers have finished their long lunch and left. So everyone, the gentlemen in bowties, comes and say hello to me. I ask why aren’t there paintings anymore on the walls. They say “mais vous êtes le tableau !” Ah, where ever is Picasso when I need him!” … En savoir plus

Moving in to the unknown

“In to the unknown I moved, or did I? What do we actually know and don’t know anyway? Some things are introduced to our heart without a handshake…” (En savoir plus)