Atelier Ciseaux this is some kind of singing music. The kind you can never really sing. The one that can fascinate the waves. Ghosts, earthquakes, vinyls, screen-printed but always. A dvd-r and tapes.
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Marjorie OwensValentine’s Day is complicated. One year, it’s fine wine, a fancy hotel, and sweet loving. The next, it’s crying in your pillow. Twelve months later, it’s bitter cursing at Cupid. And then, it’s fine wine, a fancy hotel and sweet loving again. Here...