The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

la femme est l'avenir de l'europe


pas une image juste, juste une image
JLG
female choice

2 comments:

Ioannis Passalis said...

The obvious question is...which brand of beer is that?

Todeskino said...

lager