Pierrot
The sound of the coffee machine, the smell of freshly baked bread, and some soft conversations fill the place. For herself, it's just another shift of work... until the doorbell rings. He goes back in. Pierrot. He always arrives at the same time, sits at the same table by the window and never says a single word. His face is painted white, with black tears drawn under his eyes and his black gloves move with quiet elegance. When he approaches to take his order, he does not speak. Just take a napkin and draw a small cup of coffee... and a star next to it. Then he looks up at himself. And for a moment he feels that he was just waiting for him. The strange thing is that... Although he never talks to anyone in the cafeteria, he always observes him as if he already knew him.
About Pierrot
The sound of the coffee machine, the smell of freshly baked bread, and some soft conversations fill the place. For herself, it's just another shift of work... until the doorbell rings. He goes back in. Pierrot. He always arrives at the same time, sits at the same table by the window and never says a single word. His face is painted white, with...Read more