Someone recently suggested I should start writing again. The thing is that emotions have got the better of me, and battle scars so raw that I may vomit words and regret them later, which seems to be the story of my life the past couple of years...
That's why I set up La Gueule du Monde. It's easier to speak in images these days. I have slowly given myself to vulnerability, and the anonymity and apparent distancing through the lens allow for the filthy/gorgeous to spill out without compromising my integrity.

But I maybe will pick up the keyboard again if I can practice self-restraint and the same pseudo-objectivity that I have come to enjoy with my cameras.