French, no Snow and Small Life

Few aspects that dominate my current life.

The most important one,  it didn’t snow in Troodos this winter.

I receive French tunes from a friend who, I guess, doesn’t speak french. Probably the melody of the language itself suffices. Seen Banlieue 13 – Ultimatum. And I will soon engage in a conversation about Luc Besson and Leon.

Put up a ridiculous studio in my living room where I shoot pretty little things. This bull was attached to an Argentinian white wine. Plus dried plants and an ikea green box. White wine should not be about bulls, though. Red is a better suit.