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.