My godfather, who carried me in his arms on the day of my baptism, was a photographer. It was sorting through his effects many years later with my grandfather that I discovered the negatives of the pictures he’d taken of me when I was a child. The preserved moment was like crystal and I was amazed to rediscover the laughing little blonde curly-haired girl I had been.
The emotion of finding these negatives helped me understand why I too had become a photographer. I wanted to give people images they could cherish on cold winter evenings and that their children could look at and know that they were born in great happiness.
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|Location||Paris in Ile-de-france, France|
|Starting Rates||€1299+ (EUR)|
|Client Letters||2 Client Letters|