I dreamt of Paris last night.
The 16th arrondissement.
A flat with a downstairs kitchen and an upstairs shower.
There are only two things that completely eradicate my restlessness.
Mon homme
and France.
Two things that signify home, places, spaces in time that make leaving no longer a need.
I love the present.
I love the past and future as well, but they are both like babies I have yet to have.
The present is here and now.
Tangible and there for the loving, the kissing, the touching.
Everything is coming together in such a grandiose way that I find myself swelling with gratitude.
Los Angeles, Paris, Monaco.
Love.
Life.
Creation.
I've never felt such excitement for a particular moment in time. This has been the most adventurous, ambitious project/partnership I have ever taken on and it is by far the most rewarding.
Everything is coming together in such a grandiose way that I find myself swelling with gratitude.
Los Angeles, Paris, Monaco.
Love.
Life.
Creation.
I've never felt such excitement for a particular moment in time. This has been the most adventurous, ambitious project/partnership I have ever taken on and it is by far the most rewarding.
From the deepest place of love, my wish is that everyone could experience this at some point in their life time.
I'm more myself than I've ever been.
JouJou Loves You
