SHE and HIM

Like a Hobo

Ziggy who?

Carrier Woman

Polka Dots

Nice to see how a black on black outfit can still be fun with the right amount of polka dots. And I mean, if Bobby D can pull it off, so can everyone else right?

"She was a redhead, and fun"

That's what the late congressman Herb Klein said about Rose Mary Woods, Nixon's secretary. "Redhead, and fun", he said simply... as if the two words were inseperable, like being a redhead inevitably led to being fun. From bold orange to deep ruby red, redheads manage to grab people's attention within a five mile radius (depending on the shade). In fact, only one strand of this girl's hair was in my peripheral vision when I automatically turned to point my camera at her. However, what Klein perceives as fun, I see differently: this particular redhead was an odd mixture of fierceness, passion and serenity. The kind of girl that makes the men go crazy... and the women go to the colorist.

Why don't you smile and get dimples on your face?

The Chameleon

Dolled up

Pop Culture

Aye Aye Captain

Feathers and Leather

Le Rouge et le Noir

Life comes in Shades of Grey, Paris Fashion Week

In A Word Fab

I met Lauren outside of the Junko Shimada show (which I will blog about as soon as I figure out how to upload the freakin video!). Her great personnality was the best thing anyone could have sported during fashion week and it matched her amazing style! In a word...fab

Check out Lauren's blog here

Uptown meets Downtown, Paris Fashion Week

Space Cowboy

Victoria

The background reminded me of that TV show where the characters open a door that leads them to a parallel universe (yes I'm a geek like that). Anyway, love the liberty top and the way it gives the ripped jeans a softer edge.

Bonding in daylight

Elsa

I met Elsa on a sunny afternoon in Paris. I asked if I could take a picture and she kindly agreed. As we were walking down the same road, she ended up telling me she was a photographer from Marseille, I ended up showing her two of my favorite thrift shops. In a city of 2 300 000 inhabitants and many tourists, meeting people seems to be a rather complicated enterprise.

During the day, people work, they're under a lot of stress, they're late for everything, they're gumpy, they're moody... So to relax, people go out at night, they want to meet people. So they'll order a drink to shake the stress off. They'll start talking to the tall blond on their right... but wait... they need another drink... to be funny you know? And then they'll order another one cause... well the joke was funny but now they've run out of things to say and have to do something to avoid looking too akward. And by the sixth drink, you're having the time of your life talking to the tall blond, you forgot his/her name but it's ok cause you'll call him/her "babe" for the rest of the night. The next morning, you'll go to work all stressed out because you didn't get enough sleep but good thing you're going out later that day for a relaxing drink with some friends...

All I'm saying is that in a city where healthy socialising is on the same scale as rocket science, it is quite refreshing to meet a young photographer from Marseille on a sunny Parisian afternoon.

Black Knight

Evens

Short Story

Anna