Mapplethorpe, mon amour.

Well, ok, now it’s time to confess.
( 🙂 @froggies playing with words’ sounds)
I am very aware I’m still in the beginning of my art, as, watching some websites about the great photographer Mapplethorpe (like this one, this one, or that one) I was stuned about the way I follow, unconsciously, quite the same path. Making it short: flowers and penises.
Do not focus on those. The best part is always the one you don’t notice at first sight.
Let the flow goes.