It was a nice Saturday.
Pitti Immagine Uomo 93
Fire in your eyes, in your chest, in your veins
Bets with luck and reading horoscopes.
At a corner cafe in a town I couldn’t paint by heart, faces I wouldn’t imagine any different, the salty air blown by the ocean
An afternoon with Brioche, lighhearted talks and handmade goods.
Because it’s not your thoughts that are too tangled,you simply haven’t found the right comb yet.
It is the daring of colours and tastes, something that only painters and the mads would think together.
There’s little as striking as simple things.
I often get distracted by all irrelevant things like how to cook 3-ingredient pancakes or how to find your soulmate in the snacks aisle.