From The Archives

Sometimes when I'm not feeling very creative, I rifle through the archives for hints of inspiration. I realized in my most recent search, that these photos from our last night in Antibes somehow went unpublished. My hair was a lot shorter (and of course looking at these, I want to chop it off again right now - always happens that way) and my worries were a lot less. It was July first, so my white and red was a nod to the true north strong and free. We were bronzed from our day at the beach and buzzed from our pre-dinner cocktails. The sunset was the most perfect swirl of cotton candy pastels and I was in a fit of giggles (you should see the outtakes for this one...