Have a dreamy weekend…
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Have a dreamy weekend…
We have started a tradition of traveling to Paris in the fall. It’s my favorite time to be there. The saturation of colors, the excitement of light layering and new autumn jackets, the light of the day is still long and the temperature is perfect for endless walks. This time in Paris we were guests of Ralph Lauren, to bring light to the new renovation project at the L’École des Beaux-Arts, experience “An American in Paris” and celebrate with a gala as sparkling as the Eiffel tower at night… but the other nights we sat at Pont Neuf and drank wine while watching the sun set, we walked the cobbled streets to film the city as she is today - still so timeless and beautiful -, we picked up treasures for our new studio at the flea market, and we had many amazing meals with friends we have made, friends who call this place home and open their life to us so that we can dream the dreams of Paris….
we are safe to
tell our story here.
(for a week spent floating in Paris,
she has structure,
tough as any skyscraper
though no building here
is more than a few stories.
she has lore.
she has a spirit
thousand of years in the making,
has a romance older than anyone’s memory,
anyone’s happy, lifelong marriage.
she has courage – our word that comes
from “coeur”, from heart.
she has dozens of parts,
arrondisements that speak to one another,
making something like a whole.
she has words
our complete trust.
Shooting black and white film is part of my photography roots and on occasion, for the right kind of story, or when we are traveling to places that I see as nostalgic film stories, I will choose to photograph it this way.
We move very quickly here at the studio both physically and mentally; sometimes mistakes happen. I had run 1/2 a roll of film in Florence through the camera and then took it out, perhaps to switch with color film or a different ISO. I marked the canister but in the shuffle of travel the ink was partially rubbed off and not noticeable. It went back in the film fridge at the studio and then, most recently, packed with our Paris supplies. When I got the film back from the lab I realized what had happened!
But as I went through the scans, I began to fall in love with it – the tale of two cities overlapped, a look at our lives in the crazy frenzy of a frame, how these images mirror the overlapping memories in our mind and gives a true portrait of how our life moves around the world like ocean waves crashing one on top of the other…