Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear, and he showed them pearly white.

Jazzy chic.
Nothing fancy, yet nothing less than exquisite.
It’s a song whose lyrics you know by heart, of the story you lived.
Private like a sequin bead smiling back comfy and casual like raindrops.
Sitting there counting your fingers and puffing out pearly air.
Jazzy times, when the living is easy.

Noir

Noir

Noir

Noir

Noir inside the box

Noir inside the box

Noir

Noir

Automne

Ondine

Ondine