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life etc.

around the apartment

I recently developed some black and white film photographs, and though most of them were underexposed I really like how these images of my succulents turned out. The quality of film is unparalleled in my opinion, and I’m seriously considering putting my DSLR in the closet for awhile so I can continue experimenting with my mom’s old Nikon.

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pretty in pink

My bedroom windowsill was dreamlike and girlie until I realized the heat from the sunlight was fading my perfumes and melting my candles; still, this vignette feels like a young girl’s reminiscence of her mother’s vanity table. Simple, soft, serene.

Perfumes from Lollia, Michael Kors, Terranova, and Banana Republic; candles from Voluspa and K.Hall Designs; rings from Erickson Beamon and Q.Pot.

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versailles

Ah, my long-awaited film photos from Versailles! If my feet hadn’t hurt so badly that day, I could’ve walked the extensive, beautiful grounds forever. The hordes of tourists were a total turnoff as well, and we spent as little time as possible within the palace because of them. Just looking at these pictures makes me fall in love with France all over again. Even though it will be many years before I can return, I’ll always be dreaming of Paris, and Versailles, and all the other French towns I have yet to explore…

12D

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la vie parisienne

Well, it’s been exactly two weeks since I returned from a trip to France with my boyfriend, and I can’t believe that it’s only been fourteen days since we were there. We visited all the landmarks like Sacré-Coeur, the Eiffel Tower, l’Arc de Triomphe (above), and also went to a handful of amazing museums like the Louvre, Halle St. Pierre, Centre Georges Pompidou, and l’Orangerie. The richness of the culture there is breathtaking, and thinking on the experience, I must say it was quite surreal.

The je ne sais quoi of Paris is one that has been long propagated by books, films, and even music, but actually being in the heart of it was entirely different than anything I could’ve imagined. The people really aren’t that rude, the pastries really are that good, and the Mona Lisa really is overrated. But aside from all the obvious epiphanies that a tourist undergoes, there’s a feeling between visiting and belonging that one develops after being in a foreign country for so long. You learn the streets and begin to know them, and if you have even a loose grasp on the language, you begin to ease into a routine that exists outside of your normal reality. It’s familiar yet fleeting, and perhaps all the more wonderful because of it. Indulging in Parisian life was like drifting on a cloud above the Earth; you know the ground is below and that the clouds will soon dissipate, but in the moment, you’re floating.

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