Luxe wallpapers, met de hand geschilderd

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Polo at six in the evening, a watch that belonged to someone else first, a library nobody photographs.

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The other kind of money. Chrome, champagne on a roof, a jet with the stairs still down.

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Rain on Tokyo neon, a temple in fog, blossom that lasts about a week a year.

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Almost nothing, painted in oil. Black on black, so an OLED screen goes properly dark.

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Water that moves. A whale under a diver, surf at dusk, an atoll from far too high up.

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Wet lacquer, coast roads, one headlight in fog. Cars as light, not as spec sheets.