Ashley Saint Hilaire De Talmont Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

1. Plage du Veillon au sud de Talmont-saint-Hilaire

Let's go on a flash tour of a charming/culturally vibrant West European town. As we get near the place we realize we must park our car, and get out and walk.

As the day went on, I hit up a little café on Rue de la Liberté. Got myself a coffee and just sat there, people-watching. You see all kinds of characters in Saint-Hilaire. There’s the old man who always wears a beret, the lady with the crazy hair, and the group of teens just hanging out. It’s like a live show, and I’m front row.

AV Monografías 255 - Barclay & Crousse Atmospheric Landscapes