A cut-out from a deteriorated facade or a pavement with ever-present cracks, fissures, pollution, traffic signs, and graffiti - that's how I remember the streets of Bratislava of the late nineties. At that moment in time, our lives lacked any signs of protest; everything seemed shiny, pink, and absolutely fine - that's how it was when we first kissed - lost and naive outsiders in a corner of a dirty street.
'Viva la Dolce Vita!' although, let's not forget the ruined walls of our streets where we came from...
Venus (Cloud Head)
Tweets & Airplanes
Mars (Cloud Head)
Koon's Dog
iPear
Cupid
