Warsaw Dagger

But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.

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Elle a besoin de toi,

Tell me where are you,
Where do you go;
I want to use everything,
If there’s any chance to see you somewhere;
Do you remember the lyrics,
“I could see your face once more, I die a happy man I’m sure”,
I do.
You are not guilty,
You are not.
You are loved and you have sunshine.
There might be someone who will kiss your pain away.
I’m alive and so
Come and find me.

Cela vient de Matilda

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Oh, I used to be poetic

Publication: Porter Magazine #5 Winter 2014

Model: Carolyn Murphy

Photographer: Paola Kudacki

Fashion Editor: Tiina Laakkonen

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

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Publication: Porter Magazine #5 Winter 2014

Model: Carolyn Murphy

Photographer: Paola Kudacki

Fashion Editor: Tiina Laakkonen