A day in the park with Camille. She made me dream, no one could smile and stop my thoughts quite like her. I would sit with Camille in Washington Square park and talk about subjects that would bore most. We would laugh and smoke cigarettes as the onlookers would wonder what the conversations were about. On that hot summer day in August I asked Camille to fall in love with my camera.
A day in the park with Camille. She made me dream, no one could smile and stop my thoughts quite like her. I would sit with Camille in Washington Square park and talk about subjects that would bore most. We would laugh and smoke cigarettes as the onlookers would wonder what the conversations were about. On that hot summer day in August I asked Camille to fall in love with my camera.