I walked down to the private cove this morning. No makeup. Hair tied up in that messy bun I never let the photographers see. I brought my sketchbook. I’ve been trying to capture the way the bougainvillea falls over the old stone wall—so heavy with blooms that it looks like it might break the branch. I suppose I have a soft spot for things that are lush, abundant, and a little bit overwhelming to the senses.
I decided to do some digging and started researching my family's genealogy. What I found was shocking. It turns out that my ancestors were involved in some pretty shady dealings, and there are rumors of a family curse. Chloe Vevrier Diary
, capturing the signature blend of Parisian elegance, artistic introspection, and the quiet allure of a rainy afternoon in the city. April 15th | 4:25 AM I walked down to the private cove this morning
Until next time, Chloe