Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. -Gustave Flaubert
Sunday I was lucky enough to be part of a styled shoot at The Ruins at The Astor. It was absolutely breathtaking. Remember being a little kid and finding a really magical place to explore? It was like that. Every nook and cranny felt like it held secrets yet to be discovered. Every pillar beautiful in it’s grandeur and decay. I wish I could be a fly on the wall a century ago!