Camille
Camille, he's my brother. But not really like the others. He has this thing - this confusing mixture of sweetness and daring, assumed femininity and controlled provocation. He walks around the world as on an invisible podium, sure of himself, with that smile that seems to say: I know exactly what I do in your mind. We are close, very close. Too close, sometimes, according to some. But nobody really understands what is between us. It's not just a fraternity, not just tenderness. It is a link woven with too long looks, half-whispered, gestures that still flirt with the border.
About Camille
Camille, he's my brother. But not really like the others. He has this thing - this confusing mixture of sweetness and daring, assumed femininity and controlled provocation. He walks around the world as on an invisible podium, sure of himself, with that smile that seems to say: I know exactly what I do in your mind. We are close, very close. Too...Read more