usually im very protective about sharing the details of my private life, and the things that i do. not because of gatekeeping or being mysterious, but because i enjoy not feeling perceived.
a few months ago, over some piping hot americanos, probably hiding away from the rain in the threshold of paperboy’s windows, milo and i spoke about this idea of doing a series of portraits in my apartment depicting a bit what these seven years in paris meant for me.
even though in the pictures im alone (at least on the frame), i’m surrounded by a piece of every individual that has made this pseudo-permanent residency, one of the most wonderful experiences in my life.
there’s a few shots that didn’t really make the cut but im sure we’ll post soon regardless.
