the first two weeks of life in paris have rushed by so far and the french city is mighty pretty, leaving me starry-eyed and candy cotton minded.adventures don't seem to come to an end and I like to spend them with beautiful souls such as miss audrey frassy who invited me to her woodenfloored wonderland, where vintage dresses and dreamcatchers cover the walls and the wine is pink.
later we swirled to the pretty place where everyone carries a book, we brought a balloon, and you share bubbly midnight thoughts and a cigarette.
french still is a secret language and if you don't watch the particles of conversations closely, you might find yourself ending up as a criminal under the infinite night sky.
pictures by audrey.
(also you probably notice imogen from eight london)
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