I imagine that we are sitting in a Parisian cafe, smoking cigarettes, watching the 1965 world go by while discussing cinema.
Jean-Pierre Léaud. Jean-Pierre Léaud. Jean-Pierre Léaud. Jean-Pierre Léaud. Jean-Pierre Léaud. Jean-Pierre Léaud. Jean-Pierre Léaud. Jean-Pierre Léaud. Jean-Pierre Léaud! Jean-Pierre Léaud!! Jean-Pierre Léaud!!! Jean-Pierre Léaud!!!! Jean-Pierre Léaud!!!!! JEAN-PIERRE LÉAUD! JEAN-PIERRE LÉAUD!! JEAN-PIERRE LÉAUD!!! JEAN-PIERRE LÉAUD!!!! JEAN-PIERRE LÉAUD!!!!!
If i was born 30 years earlier, i'll definitely be obssessing over him.. oh right, i am actually in love with him!! :D
If i was born 30 years earlier, i'll definitely be obssessing over him.. oh right, i am actually in love with him!! :D
This might sound stupid, but I want to be him. In the sixties, that is. I'll just do some time-traveling and some body-switching.