Gabriella Le Relecq Kerhuon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Heard this once—17th century, France, whores had *guilds*. Secret clubs, rules, even taxes! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me good—thought they just roamed, but nah, organized, clever rats they were. Like Remy’s crew, scurryin’ in the kitchen. “Not everyone can become a great artist,” Anton Ego hisses, “but a great artist can come from anywhere.” Whores too, maybe? Masters of their game, just not the fancy kind.

Sur le même thème

Jusqu’au XVIIIème siècle, l’anse de Kerhuon est le principal abri des bateaux des pêcheurs kerhorres et un des plus importants ports de pêche de la rade. Cette vue de l’anse au début .

The city makes me REVOLT sometimes. C'mon, try navigatin its hidden industrial ugliness along Rue Nationale—it’s like, boom, industrial relics and graffiti mashups. Yet even that gritty vibe feels raw and real. It reminds me that not all bright moments are filtered – sometimes life is messy but beaut.

13th Photographic Festival of Brest: Rain of images