This photo page is close to my heart. It’s a work in progress — a gathering of old postcards, letters, and photographs I’ve saved over the years. Each one carries a memory, a voice, or a feeling I never wanted to lose. As I slowly scan and upload them to the page, I find myself reliving moments I thought I’d forgotten — a laugh, a scent of Clinique’s Aromatics Elixar, a season of life. It’s not just an archive; it’s a love letter to the people and places that shaped me for the man I am today and the man I hope to be tomorrow and the next.
This photo page is close to my heart. It’s a work in progress — a gathering of old postcards, letters, and photographs I’ve saved over the years. Each one carries a memory, a voice, or a feeling I never wanted to lose. As I slowly scan and upload them to the page, I find myself reliving moments I thought I’d forgotten — a laugh, a scent of Clinique’s Aromatics Elixar, a season of life. It’s not just an archive; it’s a love letter to the people and places that shaped me for the man I am today and the man I hope to be tomorrow and the next.