Where's Waldo?

I found him. But, that's not the point.
The point is, yes, actually, that, I want Waldo, tattooed somewhere on my body.
So that, when someone spots him, I can shout "You found Waldo! You're still in the running for this Miele Washingmachine."

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich.

Oh, and yesterday evening, I found and loved this:

Go to about 0:55

Lowndoaded her album this morning and it's really nice music, chilling.
Tu sais.

Bisous, ta Fleur.