It was a Saturday evening in Paris. The crowd spilled out onto the pavements and we had just wrapped a leather shoot. I thought I was done with photography for the weekend - but was before the puppy and I had met.
By early the next morning we were in the West of Paris, underneath the Grande Arche de la Defense. The puppy was dressed head to toe in latex, sporting heels. The sun came up and created a wonderful reflection on the glass behind. The puppy leaned into the camera. And as the French say... "Voilà".