I’ve been thinking about Paris a lot lately. I’m starting to miss it. I missed it when I first left it. Then the heartbreak subsided. Paris would always be with me. Kind of like the first childhood crush. Or first kiss. Then we drifted. Other places started to come to the forefront. They weren’t a long distance love. They didn’t live across the Atlantic. So I had dalliances. New York and I had a lot of fun. We even saw each other for my birthday. I had a brief fling with San Francisco. It was easy breezy but there was something about those hills… And then there’s my tried and true hometown of Toronto. I’ll always love my T Dot but it’s getting a bit too comfortable, as it would through the twenties and especially after the last five years. But Paris. Paris, you’re pulling at my heartstrings, begging for me to come back with stories of others living with you, coming to see you and all of your pretty photos. Of pastries. And cheese. And peonies. I can’t take it anymore, but right now I’m stuck longing for you. So I’ll plan. I’ll make a plan of our dates and what I want to see when I get back to you next. Deal?
Video Time lapse: Luke Shepard Done entirely with photographs and to the background of The XX. It’s like a serious make-out session that you don’t want to stop!