I promise I did not intend to have my notebook match my new bag but as soon as I made the connection I became a little obsessed, especially when I’m dressed like a human peach.
Here are some photos I took with Zanita in our Parisian apartment for my portfolio. Super simple and quite raw, wet hair included.
It seems even in Paris a thunderstorm can become magical.
I’m savoring every magical moment I have here and questioning just how on earth my next trip to Paris is going to top this.
I think it’s safe to say I’m a lover of love and a hopeless romantic.