Neon Blue Bob Wig

Early Fall Sale // Creative Fortnight in Paris #26

Trousseau park in 12eme. There’s no giving up - let’s pretend it’s summer

The rain was tapping on the umbrella I had stolen from my aunt. It was small and red—perfect for adding a contrast to the gray sky and fitting well into the small bags I’d been gravitating toward in recent years. The street was unusually quiet for a Monday afternoon. I knew it well; it was the street that had connected me to my favorite bar for years. I had seen it in every state—both mine and the street’s—and I could tell how it had changed over time.