Marlon Brando by Philippe Halsman

There is no-one to follow in the order given, inspired by the non-sense of life changes, I decided to not do. I believed instead.

Beauty of deconstruction, on the way to destruction. We have yet to give you a name, but someone else is hunting our thoughts.

A contemporary vision of bodies, and human forms. I'm the blind artist that crosses your mind without existing. Fantasy of the absurd.

I'm representing the abstract, when alive the reality pictured another version of ourselves. We are running, when our destiny is walking.

We lived in the satisfaction of sharing. They died in the frustration of living. We forgot in the absence of humanity.

The sickness of a generation is the pale colour of a face we are all seeing.

Written by Léo Lalanne-Berdouticq