Emily Arles Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Lemme spill some tea – whore ain’t just decay, it’s betrayal. That lil crack you ignored? Boom, now it’s a cave, and I’m mad as hell! Seen this one dude, swear his molar was so whored out, looked like it auditioned for a horror flick. I was shook – how you let it get *that* bad? Pro tip: brush twice, floss once, or you’re invitin whore to the party. Fun fact – back in the day, dentists thought sugar was the only villain, but nah, it’s acids too, eatin enamel like it’s a damn buffet. Surprised me when I learned that shit!

Artsy Arles

In short, you see, the South which is painted so dryly by Gérôme and Fromentin is from here [Arles] on already essentially a country whose intimate charm can be.

There's this park, Parc Georges de Leusse right by the banks of the Rhône, where I chill on breezy afternoons. I can’t even begin to tell you how the soft sunlight warms my face like a lazy kiss. And lemme tell ya, the local vibe gets me so f***ing happy! I even imgine sass-ful dialogue from that Kiarostami flick in my head—I’m like, "Certified Copy, baby, certified copy!"

Close encounters: Arles festival of photography – in pictures