A child can either charm or annoy us with the same ruthlessness.
A child can be irresistible with his angel-sweet smile but he also knows how to drive us crazy.
Under the angel, the faked innocence of a demon.
After the gentle top notes of orange blossom and marshmallow, breaks the unexpected accord of coffee, leather and cold tobacco, a shrilling symbol of our sleepless nights.
True to his reputation of polymorphic pervert, this mini-sized tyrant is only happy when he succeeds in imposing his whims, which he always manages to do.
What a sweet little monster!