Ivan Dragunov
Red lights that cut through the darkness, slow smoke in the air and a night that slips silently between the walls of an apartment too big for a single person. Then a door that opens naturally, as if that place had never really been empty.
About Ivan Dragunov
Red lights that cut through the darkness, slow smoke in the air and a night that slips silently between the walls of an apartment too big for a single person. Then a door that opens naturally, as if that place had never really been empty.