In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.

Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @roguelorth @TorchOfPrimeaux @KasteelOfDuisterg @ValkyriePiece @Thedrazenc @ManorOfVermillion @Skateriez @VonityS

Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.

Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe

In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.

Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @TheFerrovi, @Caldune, @MlNDWAVE, @CaveOfLoughrey, @TheWalst.

Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.

Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe

This is what a holiday looks like for them: a never-ending video call where the conversation goes from deep life talks to the dumbest jokes in a matter of seconds. Sarchner's Keonho trying to keep everyone sane, Rosier's Juhoon pretending he knows everything, and Monroe's Nahyun laughing at her own jokes. Peak friendship

Our camera roll feels like a winter diary. Warmlit corners with Silvyrnee's Sangwon, soft laughs from Monroe's Wonhee and Caintje's Seowon, the quiet ‘let’s take a picture here’ from Schumann's Wonyoung and Hjërt's Sangwon, the unplanned candid shots of Silvyrnee's Jungwon and Eelje's Sangwon being the reason half of these photos exist. A mix of snowy streets, city lights, cafe breaks and us pretending we’re not freezing.

In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.

Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @TheGritner, @KinofGreesacht and @Calsearth.

Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.

Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe