A suspended moment, the air still heavy with Saturday night, two people waking slowly into their own private world. Nothing to do but exist, barely dressed, quietly in love, in an intimacy no one else sees. Anissa and Tanguy were perfect in this session. They’d recently moved to Paris, but you’d think the city had been theirs all along. The classic Haussmann apartment, carried its own charm: high ceilings, moldings that held the light, just enough disarray to feel real. Their connection isn’t about staged passion. It’s a subtler language: a glance that doubles as a joke, an easy laugh that needs no explanation. As they moved through the space, the room seemed to bend around them. The light stretched, time softened, and the images became less about posing and more about inhabiting that fleeting, untouchable space the concept was built on