Hampatura

Birkenau, 12 février 2012

2012-02-13T17:59:00.000+01:00

Lyonel Feininger

2012-02-08T10:27:00.000+01:00

Untitled (Night View of Trees and Streetlamp, Burgkühnauer Allee, Dessau), 1928. Gelatin silver print, 6 15/16 x 9 5/16 in. Credit: gift of T. Lux Feininger, Houghton Library, Harvard University. © Artists Rights Society, New York / VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn.

Hitler declared his paintings degenerate. Of course, Lyonel Feininger was actually one of the 20th century’s most important American avant-garde artists: at various times a Cubist, Expressionist and Secessionist. He’s also well known as one of the Bauhaus’s original faculty, and was even a distinguished newspaper comic strip artist. But a photographer? Really?
Truth is, Feininger didn’t even pick up a camera until 1928, when he was in his late 50s and had fallen under the influence of his sons Andreas and T. Lux and, primarily, of fellow Bauhaus master László Moholy-Nagy. And he considered his photographing to be more of an experimental – and inspirational – means to a painterly end. But a recent exhibition has shed new light on this practically unknown aspect of his already formidable career.
La suite ici

André Kertész

2012-01-31T16:19:00.000+01:00

Washington Square, New York, hiver 1954

Chant de gorge inuit

2012-01-16T11:53:00.000+01:00

André de Dienes

2012-01-14T16:37:00.000+01:00

Marilyn Monroe, 1946

James Baldwin by Mark B. Anstendig

2011-12-29T11:53:00.001+01:00

Kalua K Krynska

2011-12-20T00:27:00.000+01:00

D'autres photos ici

Richard Avedon

2011-12-05T22:51:00.000+01:00

Elise Daniels with the Street Performers.
via Iconic Photos

Charlie Mingus - Scenes in the City

2011-11-29T09:56:00.000+01:00

Karlie Kloss

2011-11-21T22:40:00.000+01:00

Karlie Kloss in Vogue American

Gustave Marissiaux

2011-11-16T23:20:00.000+01:00

Crépuscule, 1908.

Jean-Patrick Razon

2011-11-16T17:51:00.002+01:00

Hampatura, Pérou, 1973

Radical Camera : New York's Photo League, 1936-1951

2011-11-14T22:33:00.000+01:00

The Wishing Tree, 1937
© Aaron Siskind

In 1936 a group of young, idealistic photographers, most of them Jewish, first-generation Americans, formed an organization in Manhattan called the Photo League. Their solidarity centered on a belief in the expressive power of the documentary photograph and on a progressive alliance in the 1930s of socialist ideas and art. The Radical Camera presents the contested path of the documentary photograph during a tumultuous period that spanned the New Deal reforms of the Depression, World War II, and the Cold War.
Lire la suite dans Lens, le blog du New York Times.
L'exposition The Radical Camera est présentée jusqu'au 25 mars 2012 au Musée Juif de New York (1109 5th Ave at 92nd St. New York NY 10128).

Jamie Beck e Kevin Burg

2011-11-07T19:58:00.002+01:00

"There's something magical about a still photograph - a captured moment in time - that can simultaneously exist outside the fraction of a second the shutter capture."

Jamie Beck

Voir d'autres cinemagraphs ici

Stephen Berkman

2011-10-31T18:16:00.004+01:00

"The Exhibition". Voir les autres étonnants ambrotypes de Zohar Studios

Bernard Plossu

2011-10-30T22:14:00.002+01:00

Mexique, 1981.

"Un lit défait. Un corps de femme qui tourne le dos, dans l'abdication paisible du sommeil. La courbe douce de ses hanches sous le drap. La courbe lisse de son corps dans le froissement des draps. Le contact de la chair à l'étoffe. Les cheveux noirs profond tâchent la blancheur du lit.
Imprégnée d'elle-même, elle repose. Nue et pourtant couverte, découverte et pourtant inaccessible.
Douceur indicible de l'image, de cette femme hors de portée, hors d'atteinte, de la lumière qui ruisselle. Rien ne vient briser le repos de la femme seule, étrangère au monde dans la quiétude, la torpeur, l'inertie du sommeil. Image enveloppante, qui ne semble pas être une prise de vue, un acte de prédation au monde, juste un regard à peine posé.
Le bruissement, le murmure de la respiration d'une femme endormie."

Caroline Milic Les yeux avides

Edward Steichen

2011-10-25T22:41:00.000+01:00

Gary Cooper by Edward Steichen. Printed by George Tice.

Si vous êtes à New York, ne manquez pas les expositions "Edward Steichen: The Last Printing" et "George Tice: Seldom Seen", jusqu'au 29 octobre.
Danziger Gallery
527 West 23rd Street
New York, NY 10011

Sally Mann

2011-10-21T22:55:00.000+01:00

D'autres images ici

Rodney Smith

2011-10-15T00:12:00.001+01:00

"To be a photographer implies a calling, a dedication, an ability to expose oneself in a way very few people have the capacity or courage to do. If one ever becomes a photographer, it is as if one has won the Nobel Prize." Rodney Smith. Lire la suite sur The End Starts Here

Frank Blevins

2011-10-14T16:01:00.000+01:00

Dimitry Kuklin

2011-10-05T22:04:00.000+01:00

D'autres photos ici

Henrieke Strecker

2011-10-02T23:31:00.000+01:00

D'autres photos à Verve Gallery

Bert Hardy

2011-09-28T23:07:00.000+01:00

Life in the Gorbals, 1948

Robert Rauschenberg

2011-09-28T22:00:00.000+01:00

John Cage, Black Mountain, 1952

Sarah Roesink

2011-09-28T21:54:00.000+01:00

Autoportrait, 2004.

Manuel Carillo

2011-09-28T21:37:00.000+01:00

Mexique. D'autres photos à Verve Gallery of Photography

Todd Webb

2011-09-16T18:18:00.003+01:00

Café Select, Champs Elysées, 1949 (via Smithsonian)
D'autres photos de Todd Webb à Evans Gallery

Ne me demandez pas comment faire ça

2011-09-16T10:26:00.000+01:00

Jack Spencer

2011-09-13T21:08:00.000+01:00

Hombre está yendo, Guanajuato

Ouessant Iphone

2011-09-07T10:39:00.002+01:00

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Thomas Eakins

2011-07-28T09:56:00.000+01:00

Walt Whitman, 1891

Thomas Eakins

2011-07-28T09:54:00.000+01:00

Sa femme, Susan Hannah McDowell

Iphone TGV Sarrebruck

2011-07-27T11:01:00.001+01:00

Hisaji Hara

2011-07-12T21:59:00.000+01:00

Son site ici

Werner Bischof

2011-07-06T23:07:00.000+01:00

The dancer Anjali Hora preparing for a performance, 1951

Sebastião Salgado

2011-07-06T23:02:00.000+01:00

Juliane Koepcke

2011-07-03T22:12:00.000+01:00

On Christmas Eve 1971, in the skies above the desolate, remote jungles of Peru, LANSA Flight 508 got its ass rocked like a hurricane by a ginormous bolt of lightning that blew the entire fuselage apart like a humongoid human-filled flying pipe bomb with wings. Juliane Koepcke, a quiet seventeen year-old high school senior on her way to visit her father, fell two miles out of the sky, without a parachute, crunching into the dirt floor of the Amazon Rain Forest with enough velocity to fracture the skull of Bahamut the World Fish. When she somehow miraculously awoke and came to her senses (a feat which few of her fellow passengers managed to accomplish), she was still strapped in to her seat. She had a broken collarbone, a severe concussion, deep cuts in her arms and legs, and one of her eyes had been swollen shut like Stallone the end of Rocky II. You know, the sort of injuries you'd expect from someone who just plummeted through a few thousand feet of freefall and splashed down in a goddamned rainforest.

Juliane unbuckled her apparently-indestructible airline seat belt (she was obviously paying attention when the flight attendant was going through that whole "here's how you properly fasten your safety belt" portion of the spiel) and briefly surveyed the wreckage. All she saw were corpses and empty seats. She was alone in the Amazon, with the thick canopy jungle above her preventing her from signaling for help, and effectively crotch-stomping any hope for a successful or timely rescue. Juliane Koepcke had no food, no tools, no gear, no powerbars, no means to make fire, no maps, and no compass. Shit, she only had one shoe, having lost the other one during that whole "careening through the atmosphere" thing, which I guess is understandable. It was just her and the wilderness, mano-e-womano.

La suite ici

Kai Ziehl

2011-07-02T22:35:00.000+01:00

D'autres photos ici

Pont d'Ivry ce soir

2011-06-16T21:37:00.000+01:00

The Heart is a Sleeping Beauty

2011-06-08T21:33:00.000+01:00

Once upon a time there was an enchanted hotel...

... built many, many years ago,
at the beginning of the last century
on the corner of 5th Street and Main,
in the heart of downtown Los Angeles.
For a while it was the tallest and most splendid building
in the city.
And it carried the euphemistic name
The Rosslyn Million Dollar Hotel.

La suite sur son site ici

IPhone Mer morte

2011-06-05T23:27:00.002+01:00

IPhone Jerusalem

2011-06-05T23:26:00.000+01:00

IPhone Prague

2011-06-05T23:16:00.000+01:00

IPhone

2011-06-05T23:07:00.000+01:00

IPhone

2011-05-19T09:05:00.000+01:00

Rodney Smith

2011-05-18T23:47:00.000+01:00

"For as long as I can remember, I have a penchant to drift slowly into a distant reverie. If I happen by chance to be by some paper, whether it be a napkin, a tissue or a legitimate piece of fine writing paper, I find myself (as I dream of the world around me) doodling. This doodle has remained basically constant and steadfast since I was a little a boy. It seems quite pathetic that one doesn’t mature in one’s doodle, but mine has remained the same for many years. I am not sure if this is an infirmity on my part or something I should cherish. This doodle is always an arrow pointing directly to the right, unrestrained, straight, and powerful."
La suite sur The End Starts Here, l'excellent blog de Rodney Smith.

El misterio de Lalo Borja

2011-04-02T17:05:00.000+01:00

Brigitte Bermann-Fischer

2011-04-01T14:57:00.004+01:00

Brigitte Bermann Fischer (1905-1991) était la fille
d'un célèbre éditeur berlinois. Lire son autobiographie ici.
Photo trouvée au Musée juif de Berlin

William S. Burroughs

2011-03-25T23:33:00.000+01:00

Photo © Loomis Dean

John F. Martin

2011-03-25T23:23:00.000+01:00

Voir d'autres photos de la série "In Character" sur son site

Sarah Clivio

2011-03-12T14:33:00.000+01:00

Pont de Brooklyn, New York. D'autres photos ici

Auschwitz, 27 février 2011

2011-03-11T19:27:00.002+01:00

Voir d'autres images de l'album Berlin-Auschwitz

William Faulkner

2011-03-04T18:23:00.001+01:00

In the late 1950s, Faulkner spent two years as the writer-in-residence at University of Virginia, where he gave lectures and readings and took questions from students. The lectures were recorded on reel-to-reel tapes, which have now been digitized and published online.
(via NPR)

Michael Ackerman

2011-03-04T01:03:00.001+01:00

Pologne, 2004. D'autres photos à l'agence VU

Marcin Górski

2011-03-04T00:40:00.000+01:00

D'autres photos sur The F Blog

Birkenau, 27 février 2011

2011-03-03T13:01:00.000+01:00

Shotaro Shimomura

2011-02-22T21:27:00.001+01:00

"At the Golden Gate of San Francisco" dans la série An Eye for the World. D'autres photos ici (via The American Museum of Photography)

August Sander

2011-02-20T15:53:00.000+01:00

Ilya Letuchev

2011-02-20T00:09:00.000+01:00

D'autres photos ici

Anastasia Chernyavski

2011-02-19T23:32:00.000+01:00

D'autres photos ici

Schaul Schwarz

2011-02-19T00:43:00.000+01:00

"Gush Katif", enclave juive dans la bande de Gaza, 2005

William Klein

2011-02-19T00:18:00.001+01:00

Gun 2, New York, 1955

J. F. Ryder

2011-02-18T09:31:00.000+01:00

Danny Lyon

2011-02-18T09:28:00.000+01:00

Bill Brandt

2011-02-16T23:40:00.000+01:00

'Sky lightens over the suburbs, London' 1934

Arnold Newman

2011-02-16T23:29:00.000+01:00

'Piet Mondrian, New York' 1942

Gary Isaac

2011-02-12T23:00:00.000+01:00

Visitez son site ici

Rebecca Salmona

2011-02-11T00:21:00.000+01:00

Svjetlana Tepavcevic

2011-02-11T00:06:00.000+01:00

Son site ici

Jane Evelyn Atwood

2011-02-09T19:18:00.000+01:00

'Blind twins'. D'autres photos ici

Virgil Mlesnita

2011-02-08T22:42:00.000+01:00

D'autres photos ici et ici

La maison du milieu

2011-02-08T00:21:00.000+01:00

A propos de Ti Kreiz, P.O.L., 2010

Claude Lucas, l'irréductible
par Rapahël Sorin

Ce fut d’abord un regard, pénétrant, d’une insondable tristesse. Je le découvris sur la couverture du livre de Claude Lucas, Suerte, publié dans la collection Terre Humaine, chez Plon, en 1995. Cet inconnu rejoignait Claude Lévi-Strauss, Robert Jaulin, James Agee, Jean Duvignaud, tous repérés par Jean Malaurie. Des ethnologues, des bourlingueurs, des aventuriers, des écrivains. Suerte et son sous-titre, écrits en lettres rouges, cela claquait comme un défi: L’exclusion volontaire.

Une citation d’Emmanuel Levinas, placée en exergue, mettait aussitôt la barre très haut, du côté de «la nudité humaine…qui crie son étrangeté au monde, sa solitude, la mort dissimulée dans son être». Il suffisait de commencer à le lire pour ne plus lâcher ce livre extraordinaire, entre roman et témoignage, et se persuader qu’on s’en souviendrait toujours. Il écrasait la littérature de la plupart des malchanceux, complaisants et hâtifs, sauf exceptions (comme le poignant récit d’Alain Dubrieu, Le Désert de l’iguane, repris dans « La Noire » par Gallimard).

Lucas avait commis un hold-up avec prise d’otages en 1987. Arrêté en Espagne, il fut condamné à huit années de prison pour « port d’armes ». Il en passa six dans des prisons espagnoles très dures. Extradé en France en 1994, après deux ans de préventive, il sera condamné à douze ans de réclusion. Ses six années de prison en Espagne ne furent pas prises en compte. Un comité de soutien, alors qu’il était enfermé dans la maison d’arrêt de Caen, adressa une lettre au président de la République en sollicitant sa grâce. L’appel était signé par des éditeurs, des libraires, des prêtres, des artistes, des bibliothécaires et des écrivains. Jacques Lanzmann, Alphonse Boudard, Paul Ricoeur, Germaine Tillion, Jean-Pierre Vernant, et beaucoup d’autres, reconnurent la parole d’un homme nouveau. Sur Suerte, il avait tout rejoué, sa vie, sa peau.

UN SILENCE DE MORT

Lucas publia deux courts romans chez Flammarion, en 1998, Chemin des fleurs suivi de Désert. La ville de Caen, afin de lui décerner son grand prix, l’avait sorti de sa cellule pour une journée! Il fut enfin libéré et alla vivre à Ouessant avec Hélène, son épouse. Dès l’ouverture de Suerte, il annonçait quel territoire, après tant d’années de privation de liberté, il avait l’intention d’habiter, «un univers parallèle si semblable à l’autre».

Et c’est exactement ce qu’il a fait pendant sept ou huit ans pour produire un roman qui est un vrai livre d’évasion, tout à fait déroutant, dès son titre breton, Ti kreiz. Son éditeur, POL, s’imaginant peut-être (comme moi-même, et je reconnais ma coupable naïveté) que la réputation de Suerte suffirait à réveiller les critiques, a joué le dépouillement absolu: pas de quatrième de couverture tapageuse, aucune biographie de l’auteur. On assiste à l’apparition d’un livre unique en son genre dont la réception est égale à zéro (seul Bertrand Leclair sauve l’honneur dans Politis —semaine du 13 au 19 mai— en s’indignant du silence de mort qui dure depuis début février et accompagne son enterrement).

Comme Bouvard et Pécuchet, Sancho et Don Quichotte, Don Juan et Sganarelle, le couple que forment Simon Balard, écrivain obscur, et Andros Laimb, auteur de polars et de romans de gare, les deux protagonistes de Ti kreiz mettent en branle une machine romanesque où se résume comiquement l’humaine condition. Le roman s’invente à mesure, mime la vie sans se confondre avec elle. Il aurait plu à Perec et à Queneau, deux écrivains avares d’illusions.Tout y semble gratuit et nécessaire, drôle et tragique.

Chacun des deux guignols prend alternativement la parole. Il s’agit de jouer avec elle. Une femme s’en mêle, qui complique tout. En passant, il y a de belles pages qui ressemblent à Ouessant, sa houle puissante, son brouillard épais. Parfois on dirait une intrigue policière, un diablogue. Je pense que Nabokov, lui aussi, aurait trouvé que le jeu en vaut plus d’une chandelle. Alors, il serait temps de relire Suerte et de se perdre dans Ti kreiz.
21 mai 2010

André Kertész

2011-02-07T22:56:00.000+01:00

Sarah Clivio

2011-02-07T00:29:00.000+01:00

Son site ici

Tilly Losch

2011-02-06T17:58:00.002+01:00

Tilly Losch was an established dancer and actress, she was titled the 'Countess of Carnarvon.' Danced in many children's parts in all repertory ballets and Operas. She studied her dancing at the Vienna Imperial Opera ballet school at the age of six. Tilly became a full member of the ballet corps at the unusually young age of fifteen. She also studied modern dance with Grete Wiesenthal and Mary Wigman.

Tilly made her professional debut in Vienna Waltzes and her first dramatic role was in 'Leonce and Lena' at Vienna's Burg theater. Her first solo appearance was at the Opern Theatre in Vienna in the 5/9/1924 ballet 'Schlagobers,' and by the time she was twenty was one of Vienna's most popular dancers. Made her London debut with 'This Year of Grace' in 1928.

Losch stayed with the Vienna Opera untill she came to the U.S. (1927/1928) and gave various dance recitals in Central Europe. She met Harold Kreutzberg that same summer and would work for him many times. Later she meet George Ballanchine and danced as a Ballerina in his 1933 Ballets. Went on to dance and choreograph many

plays and movies. Also danced with Fred Astaire but she was never the exhibitionist, she was always shy, on-stage and off. Tilly's first marriage ended in divorce due to numerous infidelities on her part.

Following a bout of depression, Tilly discontinued her dancing career, but soon felt the need for expression in another artistic medium. Having first tried her hand at watercolors, she began to paint seriously. The first one-person exhibition of her paintings, held at New York's Bignou Gallery in the spring of 1944. Tilly's second marriage was to the son of the world famous discoverer of King Tutankhamen's tomb, Earl of Carnarvon and almost overnight became Lady Carnarvon, an English Countess. While in New York in 1975, she died from cancer.
(via streetswing)

Maigorzata Maj

2011-02-05T00:23:00.000+01:00

D'autres photos ici

Léon Spilliaert

2011-02-04T00:09:00.000+01:00

The Open Door, 1945

Richard Avedon

2011-01-30T16:46:00.000+01:00

John Ford, Bel Air, Californie, 11 avril 1972

Milton Rogovin

2011-01-28T22:46:00.002+01:00

Photo de la série 'Native Americans'. Milton Rogovin est mort le 18 janvier à 101 ans. Lire la nécrologie écrite par Benjamin Genocchio dans le New York Times.

Klas Falk

2011-01-20T21:58:00.001+01:00

D'autres photos ici

Michelle Frankfurter

2011-01-10T23:04:00.001+01:00

Cimetière national, Port-au-Prince, Haïti, 1994

“I took this photograph during a funeral service in Haiti’s National Cemetery in Port-au-Prince. The sprawling cemetery in Haiti’s capital city lies at sea level; therefore, the tombstones are raised above ground. Nevertheless, because Haiti is so heavily deforested, flash floods occurring during the rainy season send water cascading from the hills where it rushes through the cemetery, often flushing out caskets along with their human remains. Although I was present in Haiti during one of its many tumultuous periods of political unrest, when violent killings were a nearly daily event, this particular funeral was unrelated to the then current state of conflict. Nonetheless, death and funerals are never ending in Haiti. I had taken several photographs showing the larger overall scene: a group of about fifty mourners perched like a flock of solemn birds amid a landscape of raised tombstones. I eliminated most of the literal context of the image; the tight perspective resulted in an ambiguous photograph.” (via Verve)

Glenn Campbell

2011-01-10T22:52:00.001+01:00

Levitating Blue Heeler. Urandangi, Australia 1997

“Every one says ‘Oh Man! I just love that jumping dog shot.’ Oh Gawd! It was taken 13 years ago, when (with hindsight) I knew pretty much nothing about everything… there are so many reasons why that shot drives me crazy! I made it in Urandangi, a town that no one’s heard of, of a bloke named Ray, who’s sadly passed away since. So, regardless of all I’ve done since and all I’ll do in the future, I’m the jumping dog guy. I’ll be carrying around ‘The levitating Blue Heeler from Urandangi’, publicly scoffing it , secretly enjoying it, quietly ruminating on its imperfections and wondering how good it could have been. Wanting so much to just leave it behind… Wanting even more to take a better one.” (via Verve)

André Kertész

2011-01-05T23:35:00.000+01:00

André Kertész est au Jeu de Paume jusqu'au 6 février.

New Year's Eve

2010-12-31T13:20:00.000+01:00

Frieda Weekley-Lawrence

There are only two things now,
The great black night scooped out
And this fire-glow.

This fire-glow, the core,
And we the two ripe pips
That are held in store.

Listen, the darkness rings
As it circulates round our fire.
Take off your things.

Your shoulders, your bruised throat!
Your breasts, your nakedness!
This fiery coat!

As the darkness flickers and dips,
As the firelight falls and leaps
From your feet to your lips!

D. H. Lawrence

Max

2010-12-19T16:25:00.000+01:00

Paul Strand

2010-12-14T18:04:00.001+01:00

"Wall Street", 1915

Clarence H. White

2010-12-08T23:07:00.000+01:00

"Morning", 1908. Voir les collections de George Eastman House ici

Gilbert Fastenaekens

2010-12-04T19:50:00.000+01:00

D'autres images ici

Mark Steinmetz

2010-12-04T19:39:00.000+01:00

D'autres images ici

Roman Vishniac

2010-12-02T23:38:00.002+01:00

A propos des archives Vishniac données récemment par sa fille : International Center of Photography

Igor Savchenko

2010-11-23T23:02:00.000+01:00

Alphabet of Gestures
D'autres images ici

ON THE ALTERED BEHAVIOUR OF SUNLIGHT
We no longer have
A constant flow of sunlight.
Light appears to us
As a sequence of transient storms.
Everything around us is lit up for brief instants.
The world picture shimmers.
But moments of light and darkness
Still alternate too fast,
For us to notice them.
We still believe
The visible picture is steady.
In fact the storms of sunlight
Blow past more rarely and less regularly.
Darkness has been gathering.
Uncertainty keeps growing.
The visual picture
Is gradually being replaced
By its speculative model.
But this we can only guess at
From indirect signs -
Inexplicable and sudden failures
While photographing the moments which
Miss just another sunlight storm.
We ourselves fail to notice that
Our perception of the world is changing.
We ourselves are changing.
The consequences are not yet clear.

Igor Savchenko
Minsk, February 1996
Russian-English translation: Mark Bence, the author, 1996

Nitsa

2010-11-20T22:06:00.004+01:00

Voir d'autres photos ici et ici

Marc Yankus

2010-11-19T23:33:00.004+01:00

Metropolitan Club

New York
D'autres photos ici

Joseph Koudelka

2010-11-17T23:23:00.002+01:00

D'autres images à Magnum

Saul Leiter

2010-11-17T23:09:00.005+01:00

D'autres photos à la Bruce Silverstein Gallery

Meshes of the Afternoon

2010-11-17T22:06:00.006+01:00

Voir le film Meshes of the Afternoon de Maya Deren (1917-1961) ici

Roksana Mical

2010-11-17T21:54:00.002+01:00

Son site ici

Lynn Saville

2010-11-13T19:34:00.005+01:00

Number 39, New York
Son site ici

Tim Simmons

2010-11-13T19:13:00.007+01:00

Phoenix, Arizona
"In my work as a photographic artist, my intention is to alter our perception of the known landscape. Using the craft and disciplines of studio still life photography, each scene is illuminated to reveal an undiscovered world. The lighting serves to draw the viewer directly into the image, inviting them to participate, and experience it in a different way. My aim is to impart a visual clarity; a sublime moment; a space for personal contemplation..." Tim Simmons
Lire la suite ici

Nelli Palomäki

2010-11-13T01:29:00.003+01:00

Son site ici