They are on my mind. French women at heart and by birth, they have offered me their beauty, their strength, their gentle madness. No other choice but to come intimately face-to-face, and they are destabilized to me and laid bare for you. There is no posing, no filter. Retouched, they wouldn’t be the same.
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