‘To be a dancing master, that is a special thing. But to be a faceless man? That, is another thing entirely.’
You’ll need…
Fuck Kindle…
Same place.
You sit down at the bar. “A drink, barkeep,” you demand. “I don’t care what it is.” The barkeep wears long robes and a heavy hood. He gets to work mixing a cocktail, the likes of which you’ve never seen before. It looks like a piña colada, but before he adds the rum, the barkeep lights it on fire….
There’s art, then there is Art.
Paper cuts, Melbourne.
Tweetie.
Post Fantastic Planet Film Fest (Taken with instagram)
Glorious languid Autumn afternoon.
Summer in Autumn crammed into a Friday afternoon.
An unfocused moment.
It’s started.
Sometimes I need to be reminded just how big the sky really is.
