Whether it is a physical or mental hunger, nothing seems to fuel me the way Paris does. Besides French Onion soup and that bread, the beauty of the buildings, the contrast of light, the luxury of negative space, Paris just always seems to revive me. It’s probably the only place in the world I consider as a seasonal pilgrimage –…
I found the light. And I think I found it just at the right time. I’m not talking about brightness, religion or epiphanies, I’m talking about weight. Fabric weights to be precise. In our society, it seems we are obsessed with weight. Anything heavy seems to be associated with negativity and problems whereas light seems to conjure up thoughts of…
