Fall is here in Paris. The last few days have been bright and warm on your face but still cool enough to be snug in your coat.
24 hours at the fairy farm and we stepped back out of our dream into bustling grungy paris with only the mud on our boots to remind us that it was in fact real. (Amel and I) We ate our crepes and recounted the experience both asking ourselves if that was a life we could live. After naps and refreshing ourselves and we arrived at an artists squat celebrating art/music/poetry and spent the evening doing the social dance of kissing cheeks and missing lips. I’ve been printed (again) in PLU’s magazine and two of my all time favorite photos. Two that represent my personal growth and journey. I am so proud to of myself to embrace these moments and now have it there for the rest of world and time to consider it.
Last day in Paris.. I’m off to photograph a sweet family I met through the photography world (in romania.brizilian.livesinSwitzerland). This is my international life… This is my life. My world is so (grand) small.
