All those ifs with their wings of weird glow, all those ifs I hold in my hands, the constant flapping of their wings hurts, their presence gives me a sense of who I am and who I might have been or what I may be ... Indeed, if seems to be the saddest word. Or not ?...

Well it seems I am in a butterfly-obsession a blue-butterfly-obsession. I do like butterflies ... Maybe to much well ... we are all weird in some way or another.

So ... credits :

butterflies & textures used for the background - from sxc.hu
model (that sounds too weird ) - me, me, me (and a lot of photoshop - this looks more like a barbie doll than me, which was really the point)

That is the longest description I have ever wrote.

And ... ca c'est pour toi, Fred. Merci beaucoup pour ton amitie, pour tout ce que t'as fait pour moi. Merci, mon ami.