One has raspberry scented glitter in her hair, the other one is blackened to the toes, they’re plunged in a soap bubble room. “I was wrong again, you know? It’s that… the people… how can they? What’s all this craving,…
Angelica, Amélie, Desdemona & Synthia (?) September 4th, 2006
I saw her from afar, sitting on the windowsill, a raven wing inside the room, the other one outside, warming in the last summer sunset, orange like the upcoming autumn. Her pose seemed calm and the light magnified it, making…
Desdemona april 15, 2006
“Come, we have to celebrate!” says Angelica, smiling… Angelica is smiling! lightly, her eyes are smiling too, the dark and dangerous grin sleeping on the bottom of her iris. “You’re dressed in black Angelica! How comes?” “I’ve learned the fertility…
Angelica and Amélie April 13, 2006
I found the little door wide open, almost ripped from the frame, like an eye open on a world showing me what was left of Amelie’s room: the padding of the walls was scattered, like a cat way too big…
Synthia (?) March 31, 2006
“Am I scary?” she wonders, looking at her reflection in the mirror Looking at herself in the eyes… the eyes, just so… “remember, the eyes are the mirror of the soul!” used to say the great grandmother… she repeated it…