Surprises galore with my new project of sending Valentine Paris Letters for people:
Some people want me to send them the Valentine. Other people are having it sent to friends, sisters, and parents. I expected a bunch of mushy mushy romantic people buying it for their lovers, and there is that, too, but those wanting one for themselves or for friends has outweighed the romantics by far. If you want me to send the Valentine’s Paris Letter shown above, get it over at the shop.
And in the other shop…
Because I have two shops now that I discovered it was a scrolling nightmare to have everything in the same shop, I listed a few romantic photos of Paris. Sigh with me now… quelle romantique.
He wants to consume her. She wants a nap.
Someone is in love. I wonder if the painter is in love with the patina on the door, the marriage between this vintage blue and bright red, or with someone who lives in an apartment beyond the door.
This guy has love on his mind, too…
Modern love. And old love at the same time.
Then there is this one…
I took this photo in one of those wonderful Paris cemeteries… Montparnasse I think. She looks like she’s longing for love, longing at the loss of love, longing, longing, longing. And while she longs, moss begins to grow on her lap. Perhaps trying to bring her back to life. We all know someone who has suffered great loss of love, and for a time, they seem like they are living in between the world of the living and the dead. I think that moss is trying to bring her back to the land of the living.