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
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.
SO GO ON, BITE YOUR NAILS, SHAKE YOUR HEAD AND QUIT THE IDEA THAT BECAUSE IT’S NOT A STANDARD THEN IT’S WRONG.
SO LET YOUR HAIR DANCE IN THE WIND, YOU’LL FIND SOMEONE WHO’LL BE HAPPY TO HELP YOU UNTIE THOSE KNOTS.