Images and their thousands of words. Feelings and their thousands of images. Colours and their thousands of meanings.
Sounding this name is both sculptural and monumental because it’s my father’s name and the Prophet’s definition: The Chosen One.
“Mustapha ya Mustafa - Ana bahebbek ya Mustafa/Mustapha - Chérie je t’aime - Chérie je t’adore - come la salsa del pomodore”. - Bob Azzam (Alexandria, Egypt).
My father taught himself Italian and so I will try to teach myself my Father’s language which is as beautiful as a Gentleman.