"Perhaps very late our dreams joined at the top or at the bottom, up above like branches moved by a common wind, down below like red roots that touch." ~ Pablo Neruda
Un photographe immortalise les derniers troquets de Paris et sa banlieue
« Il est cinq heures, Paris s’éveille. Le café est dans les tasses, les cafés nettoient leurs glaces », chantait Dutronc en 1968. Aujourd’hui, que reste-t-il de
fleur de la nuit re magazine - Captured by the lens of An Le, the ‘Fleur De La Nuit’ Re: Magazine editorial features ornate wardrobe selects and heavily adorned acces...
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