Dr Tao: Today, I guess, is my birthday!!!
Dr Tao: The sense of life
Dr Tao: Ray of Beauty
Dr Tao: Delusion
Dr Tao: Dress-code
Dr Tao: Good Day!
Dr Tao: Couturier
Dr Tao: Secrets of well-dressed ladies
Dr Tao: As You Like It
Dr Tao: Tzar"s jeweller.
Dr Tao: It smells of acacia
Dr Tao: Best congrats!
Dr Tao: When the desert shifts to red from black
Dr Tao: Mysterous, sensational, bestselling
Dr Tao: In memoriam of 11.09.2001
Dr Tao: Brief crack of light
Dr Tao: What does a writer need more?
Dr Tao: Breakfast... well, not at Tiffany"s
Dr Tao: Let us go then, you and I...
Dr Tao: Dressing the first lady
Dr Tao: Spring: people and shadows...
Dr Tao: Make-up Queen
Dr Tao: Pleasure
Dr Tao: Lost time
Dr Tao: Flats and sharps
Dr Tao: Shapes and appearences
Dr Tao: Perfection
Dr Tao: Fire-play
Dr Tao: Confessions of a Mask
Dr Tao: Clairvoyante.