there are few things in life that make me as happy as giant red balloons. i think this weird and wonderful obsession began upon watching the short film, "le ballon rouge", as a child. because… what kid doesn’t dream of wandering the streets of paris (alone, i might add) with a red balloon ten times the size of their head? i think i’ll start bringing this beauty more places… pretty normal if you ask me. apparently the people who i passed by didn’t agree. move along people, it’s just a girl with a freakishly large balloon. nothing to see here… 
