Perfection
Princess Pirouette held the mirror at arm’s length in order to fit her entire visage in the frame. Fastidious in all things, Her Serene Highness’ morning toilette provided ample opportunities for her to indulge her most intricate machinations. As she placed a single, delicate mou on her left jaw, the Princess murmured one word.
“Perfect.”
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I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is also an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, and Nigel.
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