Paris lived a life that was impossible to box in. He was a musician, a builder, a sailor, a dreamer, an investor, an artist, a photographer—and above all, a connector. He had a wild heart, an open mind, and a deep curiosity about the world and the people in it.

As the bass player for Love Hate Hero, Paris laid the foundation—both musically and emotionally. His playing was steady, powerful, and full of feeling, just like he was. He brought heart to the stage and always knew how to hold the rhythm down while lifting everyone around him up.

But his creativity didn’t stop with music. Paris had a deep love for building—homes, projects, plans—always crafting something tangible out of vision and sweat. He could fix just about anything, but more than that, he could imagine things better than most people could see them. He built with both hands and heart.

Paris also had a keen mind for numbers and opportunity. He believed in innovation, in future-forward ideas—and nothing embodied that more than his love for Tesla. He drove one, invested in the company, and proudly followed its mission with wide-eyed enthusiasm. To him, it wasn’t just a car—it was a symbol of progress and potential.

He saw the world differently—literally. Paris was colorblind, and he used to laugh and say his favorite color was all of them. It was classic Paris: inclusive, funny, and always a little poetic. Even without perfect vision, he was a gifted photographer. He captured emotion, light, and atmosphere in a way that made you feel the moment. His photos weren’t about technical perfection—they were about truth and beauty, in whatever form it came.

The ocean called to him like an old friend. He sailed thousands of miles across open water, fearless and free. His boat wasn’t just a vessel—it was a sanctuary. The smell of sunscreen reminded him of beach days and salt air; citronella reminded him of mountain nights and campfires under the stars. Those two places—the sea and the woods—were where Paris felt most at home.

He once dreamed of hiking the entire Pacific Crest Trail, all 3,000 miles of it. And though he never finished it, that wasn’t the point. The journey was always more important than the destination. Paris lived by that truth. He had an unshakable thirst for experience—for going out and doing things. Whether it was a last-minute road trip, a jam session, or a deep conversation with someone he’d just met, Paris showed up with his whole heart.

And that was maybe his greatest gift: the ability to connect. He made friends everywhere. On a boat in the middle of nowhere. At a gas station. In another country. People felt safe around Paris—seen, heard, and welcomed. He had that rare, magnetic quality that made you feel like life was a little more exciting just by being near him.

So if you’re here, reading this, we hope you carry a piece of him with you. Smell the sunscreen. Take the hike. Chase the horizon. Make something with your hands. Be kind to strangers. Laugh at your imperfections.

Go out and enjoy life. That’s what Paris would’ve wanted.