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Milky Ways. Fancy as it sounds, Blue still Breeds Blue





Sorry to say so but it was Adele Exarchopoulos (was going to write Anarchopoulos, and way below for the fanas) who reminded me of Lea (Seydoux, say sweet), there's no bad reminder after all and Exa is far from being the worst of all. No Schtrimpf-blue hair, no aired boobies there, just a face to let you guess. We're like dirty cakes willing to be baked and sliced but that's another story for the tories. Right now only the spark itching our eyes counts and tomorrow morning seems like a buff illusion. We're pancakes and do actually enjoy our status. (Photographs by Coco Neuville).




(Wenttothe) Best supermarket, best supermarket memories ever, forgetting the neon-lights and all the numb-brained consumers around, were in another world and Adele was the wing(s). Right eye getting tired, left one getting excited, dying of excitement loving the beauty surrounding. She's so Jersey, so butter, so lovely. Tell us when you have met JFK, and (we'll) surrender, and then we'll not be the ones outside looking at the world go by. Giving the O-Six anytime if you're in need for a call. (Visuals by our dear Eric Guillemain).

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