About This Project

“The singular gaze of a gallant woman
Sliding towards us like a white ray
That the undulating moon sends to the trembling lake,
When she wants to bathe her nonchalant beauty in it…”

“The unexampled ogle of a whore
Glinting toward you like the silver ray
The wavering moon releases on the lake
When she would bathe her listless beauty there..”

(Baudelaire – Le vin du solitaire)