Lola never speaks loudly. She smokes Vogue menthol under the Haussmann balconies, as if waiting for a signal, or a memory. Some say she was a spy. Others say she killed for love. Whatever. Her body is a blade, her gaze a threat. And in the orange sunshine of Marseille, she always disappears before the last question.
Plexiglass
Robusto acrilico resistente alla luce con effetto di profondità