Another autumn has come and gone, another year of memories with fleeting snapshots from Paris to add to my archive. I love Paris in the fall, the dynamic sky, the ease of getting lost in the day just wondering and watching, and the romantic nights when she beings to sparkle like no other. With each passing year I always reset my eyes on this city of photographic love.
“There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Paris is so much to me…a constant source of inspiration, of light study, and beauty. When we stepped off the train from London at Gare de Nord, the smell hit me, that same familiar Parisian smell of coffee and cigarettes, and dusty old books in a garden of roses. The hotel, so quaint, with the Eiffel Tower framed between the walls of the street. We sat in cafes and drank wine, watching the people go about their day, their loves, their minds lost in their own thought. I wonder what they are thinking and have I thought that same thing before? We climbed the stairs of Sacre Coeur, danced with the states at the Louvre, and watched the sunset on Pont Neuf. On a poetic day we found ourselves on a train to Normandy, on a walk through the beaches of Omaha in silence, imagining the horror of war, looking up at the fate of too many. I always love Paris – it’s never goodbye but only I’ll see you soon…. and soon I did.
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Frames from my 8mm home video of Paris~
Someone once told me an Art Director at an ad agency convinced the client they had to photograph their ad campaign in Paris because it had the best light in the world. To me, he was right. In the day it is soft and forgiving and at night it glows as if it were wearing the crown jewels. Irving Penn: “The light was the light of Paris as I had imagined it, soft but defining.” It’s no wonder than Paris has been the stage to such great photographers as Henri Cartier-Bresson, Man Ray, Brassai, Robert Doisneau, Eugene Atget, Richard Avedon among countless others I admire and learn from.
It’s Paris week all week on From Me To You~
Awakened with a kiss
“This sculpture by Antonio Canova recreates the moment at which Psyche awakens from her deathly sleep by the kiss of Eros. The dynamic sculpture conveys a deep sense of love, passion and energy as Eros sweeps from the sky to awaken Psyche from her slumber. Psyche throws up her arms elegantly to receive Eros’ kiss.” –Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova 1787. Louvre, Paris
Polaroid Land Camera