Most of this recent visit to Paris, I just wasn’t interested in taking photos. It seemed too clicheed, too… I don’t know what to call it. Everybody and their brother are taking photos of everything there is to see in Paris. What could I document that wasn’t already documented by a hundred thousand instagrams, Facebook photos, and more?
So I revisited Paris mostly with my eyes, ears, and heart. I absorbed Paris in my pores. Wow, did it feel good.
My cautionary tale:
The summer I was 19 I returned to France to revisit the wonderful friends I had made the previous summer, which had been my first and tremendously pivotal experience in France. That subsequent summer, I borrowed my mother’s Zeiss Ikon 36 mm camera and took 6 rolls of film, to document all of the magic that I had lived the year before. Returning home, I had the film processed — only to discover that the camera’s shutter had stuck after the second frame, and I had zero pictures. Zero.
On that awful day, I vowed never to live a moment through the lens of a camera… NEVER. I understood that the moment lived is far more important than the documentation of it … to me.
How could I have envisioned 2013, when not a moment goes undocumented and immediately shared with friends? Sometimes I want to just chuck the camera (and everyone else’s) and then some times I’m so grateful for those fleeting moments captured by camera. It’s a toss-up.
That said, I did take a few photos of recurring sights of Paris that I simply had to document for posterity. All from the vicinity of my rental apartment on the Esplanade des Invalides. When you walk out the door and this is what you see every day, you simply have to take a quick snapshot, eventually. Too breathtaking!