Benoit took photos of Gemma constantly. Gemma in the shower, tufted in soapsuds. Gemma asleep in the late afternoon sun. Gemma eating cereal on the couch. Even Gemma pissing, her cute white panties making a garland around her ankles, a sheepish grin on her face. That’s what I thought love was: someone who constantly wanted to take your picture.
