The Faces of (My) Paris
If you’ve followed my journey in photography for a while then you know I tend to prefer photographing people vs land/cityscapes. Paris was a wonderful challenge to me as an artist. Most of what I shot wasn’t about people. It was about places and details of places. I think that was good for me. But I’d have been remiss to not document the people I shared it with. Paris is many things to many people. To me, some of those things are the experiences that come from other people. It is my first experience there and the faces of my mother, my stepfather, and one of my sisters. It is smiles on the banks of the Seine, really fantastic butter, champagne under the Eiffel Tower at midnight, a whiskey bar that looks like a speakeasy hidden behind a taco place, and Italian food in the 6th. Each of these faces has those memories behind them.
My trip was certainly about going somewhere I haven’t been since I was 16 years old. However, it was largely about visiting two friends who moved there in August. CT and Amy are faces I was accustomed to seeing multiple times a week. I hadn’t seen them since August and their absence was palpable. I am eternally grateful for the time I was able to spend roaming the streets of Paris with them. From the first night drinking wine on the Seine to being sad to say goodbye at the Metro station where I could get on the RER to De Gaulle, every moment was wonderful. I can’t wait for more.
It turned out my lovely friend Rose was in Paris at the same time I was. We met in New York while both staying with a mutual friend whom she had met on a train platform in Barcelona and I had known since I was 14 years old. Being that she’s Texas based, we don’t see each other often. We also have yet to hang out together in a city either of us calls home. We spent a few of our days together with her two friends she was traveling with. I was with her when a crepe vendor decided my new name was “My Tattoo” and proposed a life together moving forward. I politely declined though I was then known in our little circle as My Tattoo.
The third face was a newly acquired local one. One of the best parts of travel are the new faces we take with us in the end, this one’s called Andrew. A really great way to discover a new place is to do it through the eyes of the people who live there and have for a long time. It’s also a great method of branching out to food beyond the typical local cuisine. Thanks to Andrew I had some really fantastic Indian food - better than any I’ve had before, and some empanadas I’m pretty sure my roommate (who’s both a US and Argentinian citizen) would be jealous of. Great, now I’m craving those empanadas.