Alone in a country where no one knew her name or understood her words. At barely 15 years old, Katarina’s beauty was only trumped by her desire to escape the reality she grew up in.
We could barely communicate but I knew what the industry would have in store for her and I felt helpless, once more, knowing she would be only one of many that I couldn't save.
Paris was a graveyard for beautiful girls with big dreams.
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Paris, France
May 2014
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