ART

PHOTOGRAPHY

(Muses)










DRAWINGS/PAINTINGS

(femmes du futur)








VIDEO

(Cushion Pill)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPT0yWdqGNo




(History of Flesh)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBduAzv_pFc



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