An American woman walks into a Paris bar on the 29th day of February, a day that only appears on the calendar every four years.
One February 29th later, that woman is living in Paris, married to the man she met that night.
For more of the juicy details you can read the multi part story as told by
here on his substack: if not, Paris I took this photo in 2020 on my last day in Paris along boulevard Richard Lenoir, not knowing I would live only a ten minute walk away from this very spot a year later. Yesterday, I walked by the same trees; they are just beginning to bloom. Late February, 2020 from a cab window. I couldn’t speak or read any French then. Now, this feels very full of meaning to me. Samuél and I married a year later in March on a very rainy day. 2020, The same last day walk along the boulevard. I buy my groceries here weekly now. Place des Vosges, Late February 2020. Seeing this felt like a powerful portent. Self portrait series I made March 1st. Opening the window and exiting into a new reality.
and I are working on a new book project on falling in love and we can’t wait to share it with you.
To be in love in Paris and winter. Who could ask for better? Love the images of you by the window. The first place I lived in Paris had just such windows and just such a view - different woman, though.
Falling in love is my favorite. Can't wait to read your story. 💜