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  • (Photography: Nelly Lefetz)

    I remember I was 8.
    I was living with my mum and my sister in a little apartment in the south of France.
    In the living room, a big poster was hanging on one of the wall.
    It was the picture of a bridge. All red painted.
    I've seen this picture for hours and hours, telling myself that one day, I'll be watching this all red painted bridge with my own eyes. For real.
    The Golden gate bridge.
    It became a dream.
    I took with me, day after day, the idea of being front of this huge metallic construction.
    I grew up thinking it could one day become one of the wonders of the world.

    Then, 5 months ago, I was there.
    I stayed the all afternoon staring at it.

    I was happy, I wanted to immortalized this moment for ever but it had to be special, meaningful. I wanted to express Freedom. I wanted to share the Idea that all dreams can come true.

    I took my guitar, asked my friend to take a picture of me front of the bridge.

    I jumped, throw the guitar... CLICK !!!











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