it rarely happens these days: bryan leaving home with me snuggled deep under our duvet into the late hours of the weekend morning.

when i finally stretched myself out of bed, restfully content with bedhead and the quiet of our condo, i could smell the trail of his cologne and it felt like he was here. that got me thinking: isn’t smell our strongest sense? and isn’t it most closely associated with our memories? a powerful thing.

anyway, i have no idea what cologne bryan spritzed this morning, but i do know that viktor and rolf’s flower bomb might just smell like love:

and i needed a little camera practice.