"My good old friend, rest on your oars, makes you feel settled. Your filthy hands can burn and scorch, we'll bloom we'll burgeon."

  • Coil Turmoil

    Dave clumsily tried to clog the leak with space syrup, but the coffee’s stale aroma had already permeated the perimeter and awakened the hibernating skelebots.

  • Ευτυχία Πηχτή

    Chinese macrame knots Δεν ξέρω αν το παρελθον έχει την ταση να επαναληφθεί. Λογικά ναι. Ιστορικά ναι. Υπερρεαλιστικά, δηλαδή συναισθηματικά όχι.

  • Dimitris Lambridis

    I’ve stopped shooting on digital, film gives me the restrictions I need to stay focused, then there's the general look of it and the ways I’ve learned to handle it.