I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.
I never had a real house to grow up in. You know, a home? I never belonged anywhere and all my life I was looking for that thing, you know? Thinking that it was out there somewhere, that all I had to do was find it. But I think, maybe… that home was us.
"I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same"
Pulp Fiction, 1994
LFO // Summer Girls
Twice Born (Italy - Spain, 2012)
For those regarded as warriors, when engaged in combat the vanquishing of thine enemy can be the warrior’s only concern. Suppress all human emotion and compassion. Kill whoever stands in thy way, even if that be Lord God, or Buddha himself. This truth lies at the heart of the art of combat.
Clémence Poésy for Pablo