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About Toulouse

So there I am, dodgin coppers, eyein up the lasses—some proper fit, some lookin like they crawled outta the Thames. “This is not a drill!” I’m yellin in me head, all Churchill-like, “We shall never surrender!” Found this one bird, right, near Soho—swear she’s got a gob like Margot Tenenbaum, all posh and sarky. She goes, “Wotcha want, love?” and I’m like, “Ain’t no time for faff, darlin!” She’s chargin 50 quid, and I’m fumin—50 bloody quid?! Robbery, that is! Made me proper angry, but also a bit chuffed—hagglin’s half the fun, yeah?

I gotta say, my profession helps me spot moments others miss: a desperate yet tender gaze exchanged on a rain-dappled evening, or the subtle wink of someone boldly defying society’s norms. It’s raw, it’s real – like a scene out of Son of Saul where every detail keeps you on edge. And like that movie, everything here feels like a whispered secret of survival and redemption.

Chamayou and Bringuier bring Provençal sunshine to La Roque d'Anthéron's festival opener