8 JULY 2026: PARIS, FRANCE

It’s midnight in Paris and I’m edifing for Veronika Jeanvie Couture shoot. The uploads are done, the batteries charged for tomorrow’s shoot and SD cards prepped. My mind is clear for just the edits now.

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The shoot: To me it’s a dream-like vibe.

I consider sound-tracking it to Avril 14 (a la Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette) but it doesn’t have the fullness and richness I’m after. I scroll through tracks and FKJ pops into my head for some subconcious reason - I want something sensual and full.

The VHS-style colour-leak filter edit I’ve had in my head since the first exposure this evening (shooting the diffusion filter just blew the lid right off what I wanted). The original plan was BW-ish grain, but it took too much detail away from the vivid dream-like vision. This is Marie Antoinette’s dreaming world.

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I export the video and it’s 2am. What’s with me and dreams in my shoots, why do dreams and dreamy-ness resonate with me so much?

I suppose the answer is that this all feels like a dream.

Why am I even in Paris, in Europe, shooting this dream event that collided together, guerrila-style, the costuming, the carousel, the violin, the crowds, the Paris 'été heat, the Lucie shoot after and the bus 92 route ride back home via Arc de Triomphe. The fact that I was at the Tour Eiffel twelve hours earlier, rushing to school. The fact that I still Doctor work in four hours time at 6am. The fact that for the last one month I’ve been shooting castles and bridges and immeubles , of streets, of swimwear models in Ibiza, and how I’ll be still here tomorrow morning, and the next day, demain, and apre demain, and so on for another month.

What a dream. It’s all surreal.

This life.