Enroute to home and things I want to remember.
Awareness of how hard I’ve been on myself in the past. Allow more space for myself and my imperfections.
Inspired by film photography and dreaming of those soft sensual textures. Something to play with and be moved by. A new hobby perhaps.
Trust my process. Trust my process.
I see a bit more quality in my work these days. I have less work overall, but how great it is to create work I’m proud of.
Paris feels the same. As in, I can be there, alone, and be happy. Until I realized my love was out of immediate reach and tears found my eyes when they also found him. Yes, my heart is his. A good trip.
Catching up with old friends, memories of trips past. Good wine, great food, lots of walking (6 miles a day average), lots of time for just me.
I went and sat at my cafe and watched the people go by. The red and cream colored bistro chairs squeaking and adjusting with movement.
New – Top of the arc de triumph and grand views. Running up the many many steps and glad for the workout.
Most of the iconic spots checked off as well as my old hood and routines.
Memories –
Late night tea and conversations with Amel.
Late night wine at La Cornetable with Ambroise, Amel and Imane as we laugh the morning away.
Secret Menu and nostalgic processing of the past with Yasmina
Mont Saint Michel with Amel
French cooking class with Lili
Brunch, a sunday walk along the canal and artist atelier by candle light with Amel and Imane
Casual saturday at home, open mic night and then acting like we’re 25 year old students and jamming in the suburbs until the wee hours of the morning with darling cuties.
Wine bar hopping with Brian and Betsy and ending the evening the french way with underground cave 60’s music dancing
My photo sessions and photo walks. Paris is always easy and hard to truly capture.
