I finally get a new suit I’m in the process of getting a new outfit that I can wear with the rest of my friends and family in our town.
I’ve been a little overwhelmed by the new wardrobe of outfits and suits that I have been getting for myself for a while now.
But I still had a few questions.
What’s in the bag?
What should I wear?
Is it too big?
And how do I know which ones to buy?
I decided to take a look around to find out what the experts thought about new suits and what not to wear them with.
This article is by me, for you, the reader.
I am a member of the Society of Professional Photographers (SPP) and have worked as a photographer for the past 14 years.
You can find more of my photography at poster.spp.org/membership.
When I was in my early twenties, I was living in Paris.
I was the youngest person in my family.
My parents had been married for almost 25 years and had two daughters, who I had known for two decades.
We lived in the same apartment in a fairly upscale neighbourhood, so my father had a pretty decent job.
Our first house was a little out of the way.
My mother was an artist, and she painted my dad a lot.
My mom, a teacher, took a few years off after I graduated high school, so we spent most of our time together painting and teaching.
I remember being at home with my father when he died in 2013.
It was my first day of university.
I went to Paris with my brother and sister, and then we lived in a tiny apartment in the basement of the house, so that we could study in the local library.
I took photography classes, and I was really good at it.
I would always take the camera with me everywhere.
I loved the feel of the camera.
A year later, when I was twenty-five, I went into my parents’ home in the suburbs of Paris.
It’s not really far from where I lived in my first home.
My father had just passed away.
My sister was then 18 years old.
We were living in a house in a town close to the city centre, and we were doing our own little things.
My family lived in an area called La Toulouse, in the centre of Paris, and the city was about three hours away from us.
At the time, I didn’t really have a lot of money.
I wasn’t doing well financially, and it was hard for me to get work as a model.
So I was working odd jobs.
I did a lot in restaurants, so when I got a job in one of those, I took a lot out of my income.
I used to work in the back of the restaurant where my father and I worked.
I never really had much money, but I always had my camera with my and my brother’s families.
So I went back to Paris, bought my first suit, and was very happy.
And then, in October, the first of two earthquakes hit.
The first one hit around 6am on September 24, 2021.
My house, in a very nice neighbourhood, was a few kilometres away from where we lived.
It had a small courtyard in the front.
And the second one hit at 7am, about an hour and a half later.
My house had a courtyard outside.
It took the second earthquake a little while to really hit the building, because it took about two minutes to get it under control.
On the day that I went for a run, I noticed the house in the courtyard was completely destroyed.
People were screaming in the street.
It wasn’t even an earthquake.
It sounded like the sound of a car slamming into a house.
People were crying.
I ran outside and went to the window to look at the damage.
It didn’t look like much.
But the house was completely gone.
My brother and I were on the roof and I just looked up and saw the entire front of the building completely destroyed, and everything.
I started running outside and tried to grab my camera, and that’s when I saw my father.
He had already run back outside to call the fire brigade.
I just kept running outside, and ran into the back alley, and in the middle of the street, I saw a huge explosion.
I saw the whole front of my house.
And I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
The front of it, it looked like the entire facade of my apartment building.
And then I heard people screaming in my street.
I couldn’t stop crying.
And there was my dad in the alley.
I didn`t even know who he was.
It felt like I had just been hit by a car.
And he was screaming.
And so I started walking back to my house,