the son, french film

Meet my son. He is now two weeks old. Much of his life is spent sleeping, and if not sleeping, staring. More often than not, I presume he is the subject of a silent French documentary, likely a student film made on the fly, coaxing a glance to the camera, shutters ready to capture those eyes.

Je l’aime.



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