Replicåh | Kinetic Love

everything has fallen apart – or maybe together, but it feels like a wreck I can’t bear to leave. I always go into the snake pit when I know full well the creature is full of poison even when it sleeps.  photo / Yvone Shee

Ironfist | Empathy I (Treptow)

    J’aime the little wooden matchsticks (allumettes!) with rose-colored combustive tips, which I light the gas stove with to make café au lait in the morning