MEXICO, 10:00 pm
The smell of danger on every street corner reminds us that no-one is master of their emotions.
Follow the asphalt, Iztapalapa, a dead end. And a beautiful and mysterious woman, forbidden desire...
In the whispered roar, she says the words, Black Tar.
Poisons have many guises but these may linger even as they grow fainter.
cement, essence of cade, Indian tuberose, caïac wood, vetiver
Amelie Bourgeois and Anne-Sophie Behaghel