“L’Amour ou La beauté est partout.”

“Love, or Beauty, is everywhere.” - Auguste Rodin

“I write with the light, and the light of Paris is my best friend” - André Kertèsz

Parisians have mastered the elegance of the art of living, making the City of Light a street photographer’s paradise. Parisians’ love for life and living it to the fullest call me to return to Paris again and again. 

The Joy of Living.  Looking to capture La Tour Eiffel’s meaning to Parisians, as I strolled across the Trocadero, the young man started juggling. This iconic image has given back to Paris through  Secours Populaire Français , and helped  raise money for the late photographer Anton Hammerl ’s children.

The Joy of Living.

Looking to capture La Tour Eiffel’s meaning to Parisians, as I strolled across the Trocadero, the young man started juggling. This iconic image has given back to Paris through Secours Populaire Français, and helped raise money for the late photographer Anton Hammerl’s children.

City of Light.  As I walked out of Notre Dame cathedral after morning Mass, I saw the couple in front of me cast shadows alongside the street lamp.  Because Durango, Colorado’s Open Shutter Gallery honored this picture with an Award of Excellence for Black and White, I donate the revenue from this photo to Durango’s  Manna Soup Kitche n.

City of Light.

As I walked out of Notre Dame cathedral after morning Mass, I saw the couple in front of me cast shadows alongside the street lamp.

Because Durango, Colorado’s Open Shutter Gallery honored this picture with an Award of Excellence for Black and White, I donate the revenue from this photo to Durango’s Manna Soup Kitchen.

Fond Farewell.  A small and unobtrusive Leica M7 - and the couple’s engagement with each other - made this candid image possible.

Fond Farewell.

A small and unobtrusive Leica M7 - and the couple’s engagement with each other - made this candid image possible.

The Art of Living, la Brasserie de Île Saint-Louis.  Walking to the RER station to take a train somewhere I could test a roll of Ilford Delta 3200 film with the Eiffel Tower in the background, I happened upon this Mercedes-Benz parked across from the brasserie. The owner and his friend rewarded my patience by coming out of the brasserie, driving around the intersection, and stopping to talk with a waiter.  To watch a video showing how I printed this film noir image, please   click here   .

The Art of Living, la Brasserie de Île Saint-Louis.

Walking to the RER station to take a train somewhere I could test a roll of Ilford Delta 3200 film with the Eiffel Tower in the background, I happened upon this Mercedes-Benz parked across from the brasserie. The owner and his friend rewarded my patience by coming out of the brasserie, driving around the intersection, and stopping to talk with a waiter.

To watch a video showing how I printed this film noir image, please click here.

Saturday Night.  While waiting for my exposed film to be picked up on a Saturday night, these young ladies stopped to chat with a friend and didn’t notice me taking their picture.

Saturday Night.

While waiting for my exposed film to be picked up on a Saturday night, these young ladies stopped to chat with a friend and didn’t notice me taking their picture.

Quasimodo Cafe.  On a rainy day, the café served up pasta and a photo op.

Quasimodo Cafe.

On a rainy day, the café served up pasta and a photo op.

Le Louvre.  Looking for a different way to portray La Jaconde, which is what Parisians call the Mona Lisa (her name is Lisa del Giocondo), the photo gods obliged me.

Le Louvre.

Looking for a different way to portray La Jaconde, which is what Parisians call the Mona Lisa (her name is Lisa del Giocondo), the photo gods obliged me.

Tabac (tobacco shop).  Flânering around the Marais, the black and white picture of Al Pacino spoke to me.

Tabac (tobacco shop).

Flânering around the Marais, the black and white picture of Al Pacino spoke to me.

La Brasserie de Île Saint-Louis.  While I usually make candid pictures, the bartender willingly posed for this available light photo capturing the Old World essence of one of my favorite restaurants.

La Brasserie de Île Saint-Louis.

While I usually make candid pictures, the bartender willingly posed for this available light photo capturing the Old World essence of one of my favorite restaurants.

My Paris sojourns  conclude with a glass of vin chaud (hot wine) while reviewing contact sheets of my film from  L’Atelier Publimod .  A recipe for vin chaud: 1 bottle red wine, 4 cinnamon sticks, 1-1/2-inch by ½-inch piece of orange zest (white pith removed), 4 tablespoons granulated sugar, 2 cardamon pods, 5 whole cloves, 1/3 cup Cognac. Mix all the ingredients together in a large saucepan. Bring the mixture to just under a simmer over the lowest heat setting on the stovetop. Do not allow the wine to boil. The mulled wine is hot enough when the sugar has dissolved and pulling and lifting a spoon from the wine brings up steam. If desired, strain the spices from the wine by pouring it through a fine-mesh sieve or a cheesecloth-lined collander. Add 1-2 teaspoons of Cognac to a mug and ladle the mulled wine over it.

My Paris sojourns conclude with a glass of vin chaud (hot wine) while reviewing contact sheets of my film from L’Atelier Publimod.

A recipe for vin chaud: 1 bottle red wine, 4 cinnamon sticks, 1-1/2-inch by ½-inch piece of orange zest (white pith removed), 4 tablespoons granulated sugar, 2 cardamon pods, 5 whole cloves, 1/3 cup Cognac. Mix all the ingredients together in a large saucepan. Bring the mixture to just under a simmer over the lowest heat setting on the stovetop. Do not allow the wine to boil. The mulled wine is hot enough when the sugar has dissolved and pulling and lifting a spoon from the wine brings up steam. If desired, strain the spices from the wine by pouring it through a fine-mesh sieve or a cheesecloth-lined collander. Add 1-2 teaspoons of Cognac to a mug and ladle the mulled wine over it.

The End.  Did they do it because I was American? Or because I was taking their picture?  They never said a word. But their smoothly choreographed drop trou made me wonder if they’d done it before.

The End.

Did they do it because I was American? Or because I was taking their picture?

They never said a word. But their smoothly choreographed drop trou made me wonder if they’d done it before.

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“Errer est humain; flâner est parisien.”

“To wander is human; to stroll is Parisian.” 

- Victor Hugo, Les Miserables