To me Paris is a Poem. A love poem. Something happens to me when I visit such a romantic place. This really femine, romantic, soft side of my soul starts to reveal itsself even more than usual. Chriselle and I woke up extra early this morning and I saw her sitting on the bed reading this sweet note from her husband. I grabbed my film camera and shot a roll. Just one roll. Just a little love story on a Paris morning. Photography is groovey, love rocks my world, and Paris is the cherry on top.
Thank you for allowing me to share my world with you.

Stay Inspired,

Love Jana