Nicole BrisovaI don’t mind the gapVychádzam z príletovej haly, bežíš ku mne a už ma opäť objímaš. Máš studené ruky, nohy aj uši a všetky naše slová stúpajú hore ako para…Dec 29, 2017Dec 29, 2017
Nicole BrisovaLetterWritten: in Birmingham, UK; May 9–17,2016 Delivered: to Prague, CZ; February 28, 2017Feb 28, 2017Feb 28, 2017
Nicole BrisovaÁrstíðir means seasonsSitting on a cold marble stair she thought of Portugal, God and golden whisky in a (plastic) glass. In that order. The noises of chattering…May 24, 2016May 24, 2016
Nicole BrisovaB’ham 2016Fluffy almost social study based on no books whatsoeverApr 3, 2016Apr 3, 2016