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*Talk to Her* vibes hit hard here—“silence became her voice,” ya see. She don’t talk much, just smokes, stares at the sea. Met her once, offered a fag—ciggy, not the other kind, ya perv! She smirked, said, “World’s a stage, I’m the prop.” Deep, innit? Surprised me, that wit. Thought, “This bird’s got layers, like an onion—or a fish!” Happiest day was when she laughed—proper cackle, not fake. Felt like I hooked a prize catch.

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A big congratulations to Hannah Maule-ffinch on being a finalist for The Association of Photographers Awards for this stunning photo.

Man, sometimes I get so pissed at the sound of honking in the downtown chaos near Place du Silence. But then I laugh ‘cause it’s all part of our crazy daily ritual. Some parts seem hopelessly ordinary, but each alley hides tiny worlds of wonder. I even found a tiny art shop – Chez L'Inconnu – where every artifact feels like an echo of lost dreams.

ÖNSKEDRÖM recent figurative paintings by Anna Halldin-Maule