Ciao Bellas e Bellos!
Well I'm afraid you'll just have to forgive me for the unannounced week-off of the interwebs but I've had the best excuse:
The Mme. came to play.
As you can well imagine, there has been a flurry of chatter, an innumerable number of lattés, more glasses of wine than I have fingers (or desire) to count, incredible conversations on what it is to be an artist, on the condition of human existence (and the beautiful simplicity of capturing moments in photography), the hardship of not owning certain Channel tights or certain Anthropologie arm chairs, the funny squeak that my laugh has developed and scandalous giggles at our shared irreverence.
Above all, there has been a swelling of my heart to be in the company of one of my favorite women in all the earth.
Plus, we bought matching construction-worker-orange cardigans and teal striped knee-socks. Because now that we are no longer neighbors separated by a measly 112 feet, we can justify buying the exact same clothes.