ph. by me
Last autumn I spent some time in Paris. To quote Sébastien-Roch Nicolas De Chamfort: "Paris, a city of pleasures and amusements, where four-fifths of the people die of grief." I arrived in Paris by train on a Wednesday afternoon, stepping onto the platform at Gare du Nord and hurriedly searching with cash in hand for a replacement to my empty pack of cigarettes. I stayed in Montmartre along Rue des Abbesses, near the Sacré-Coeur. The photo looking onto the apartments across the street was taken from my window. Firstly, I have to share credit for all of these photos with Paris itself. I feel as if I could photograph almost anything in Paris, and it would be considered beautiful in some aspect. You're constantly provided with an infinite source of inspiration. It's somehow easier to notice little details, almost as if you're seeing everything in slow motion and are therefore given the opportunity to dissect every aspect of your surroundings voyeuristically - the slight crunch of gravel underfoot during a stroll through the Jardin des Tuileries, the hurried coffees and walks to the Métro, afternoon tea at Ladurée, La Bastille, street parties in Montmartre, late dinners with friends in the 11th, and eventually finding yourself at the same place each late night - in an empty station, waiting for the oncoming train. In a place like Paris, expectations are rarely matched, but instead are completely surpassed. Here's hoping that my Paris abstinence won't have to last much longer.