Futur sucks

Futur sucks
What it used to be before our cellular lives

mardi 21 juillet 2015

the sky was so heavy, the clouds so grey and the air so sweet, she decided she'd stay.

This was some day between today and yesterday or the day before. A friend and I went to the Louvres and were a bit disappointed by its content - yes, I know, who are we to judge twenty century of culture and art, paintings by the greatest masters and sculptures of god? Well, no one apparently, but somebody enough not to like the exhibit.- so we decided we would draw the people who were walking.
I have no pictures of the drawings because -one : mine suck, -two : mine suck.


 


The sky was so heavy it seemed like it was going to fall. 


I was feeling sort of a 70's vibe which actually left me when I put the outfit on. 

But you can see the mess behind my back
 
I wouldn't say those glasses are to die for, mostly because I wouldn't die for some glasses, but I'll admit they're quite lovely.







And at night, let's look at tuned off computer and clock.
Old fireworks.
Hope the sky did not fall,
Lélo.