Question of point of view

A woman's revenge, a pretty doll's revenge. Born an object, born of the violence of our clichés, Served by sacrificial instinct, mental overload 0% lightened, it will be necessary to start a diet for the summer. A life without like and follow, with ice cream and whisky, unhappy with your Tinder. In search of a power that has never really been acquired, the instinct for equality has not yet been established. These images are for us. To laugh at the desperate reality, like an accepted lullaby. This is a hymn to the colours of our violence, an air to the notes of us, our fucking perfect life.