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The first sunny day in Paris in a month Darren Ankenman photography from Paris

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Los Angeles based photographer Darren Ankenman is one of our favorite photographers. His ability to capture both the mundane and the insane and the eclectic faces of a city captivate us more and more with every submission. After the Artist Series we shot with him last year we’ll get random email updates of his travels with amazing photography attached. Whether it be a Girl We Adore, something for print or a batch of images from wherever he’s at in the world, we always love receiving them and thought we’d share this recent batch from Paris.

This is how they come through:

Hey guys. Writing to you from Lisbon. I was recently in Paris and shot some cool street style photos. It’s not exactly a “One Roll,” but the images are still pretty cool. By the way, it’s been raining so much in Paris that the Seine is flooding. I shot these images on probably the only sunny day in a month about 10 days ago. —Darren Ankenman

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