I remember the morning we took these photos because nothing went quite according to plan. It was freezing cold and windy, despite the late April date. We arrived at the perfect spot in the Jardin des Tuileries, overlooking Place de la Concorde and set-up our shots. I am almost always willing to deal with the cold for twenty minutes to get great photos, because fashion. But just as we were shooting our tenth frame, a large red van pulled up and parked directly behind me, spoiling our scenery. We got the photos, of course, but not the ones we wanted and, in frustration, rewarded ourselves with very indulgent hot chocolate at Angelina.
When I look back, I wonder why it all mattered so much in the moment. This year has been nothing short of incredible. We’ve spent time in nine cities within seven countries and, on Friday, I’ll board a flight towards another one: Las Vegas. I want to say it will be my last for the year, but the truth is, I have another period of time off in December that might result in one more trip. Either way, when you live a life that involves opportunities like that, how can you really be upset if you don’t get the exact photos you hope for at every shoot?
I honestly don’t know. And yet, I always am. I still want every set of photos to be exactly as I envisioned. Maybe it’s perfectionism, or hubris, or something else entirely. These shots did not turn out the way I intended. I can admit that. I can also admit that I do know that it doesn’t matter at all in grand scheme of things, because I was lucky to be able to take them at all.
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