Forgive me for I have sinned. This is my first post since my last a month ago. My hands have not been idle, I promise. Plenty of photos coming soon.
In the meantime, whilst flicking through some photos of mosques and churches, I’ve been thinking about the impact of religion upon our lives. By association its influence in art, literature and photography. I’m not a religious person, but I am often humbled by the magnificent buildings, paintings and even whole civilizations built upon religion. Religious buildings, in particular, often have such an air of divinity. Whether ornately or humbly decorated, I’m often inspired by their majesty.
The same could be said of all great architecture, art of literature. Sometimes the most powerful and moving creations are borne of love, hate or lust. I think the one thing which they all share, religious or otherwise, is passion. We all like to live passionately, and why not when it could inspire us to sculpt the next David!
Paris, often the people more than the place, has long been a photographer’s paradise. The colour and beautiful landmarks such as those in my previous post, Getting an Eiffel, often take centre stage. Equally delightful, are the little things. The hefty price tag for a table on a crowded terrace, is often a small price to pay for ring-side seats to the great people-watching spectacle. Great heroes of mine have often portrayed a romantic and exciting image of vibrant Parisian streets.
I thumbed through a book in one brasserie, which showcased the work of Doisneau, Bresson and Sieff among others. Paris Mon Amour now rests on my bookshelf, as I was so inspired by the images inside that I immediately bought a copy. Admittedly, I was a little disheartened that the images were so sublime, but I think it’s always good to be able to reference what you want to aspire to, and the photographs within its pages certainly do that.
I’d love to create my own book one day, full of intense images of interesting and dynamic people. A collection of all of the wonderful faces I’ve seen along the way. My very own book of faces! Talking of which, if you’d like to connect with me on Facebook that would be great. Some of you already have and I love seeing all of your amazing work and being inspired. Bon soir!
I love Paris. Having spent 6 days there a little over two weeks ago, I went overboard with the photography. The trouble is, everything is so pretty, or interesting, or cultural, or stylish…
It’s been a mammoth task sorting through my favourite photos, so I thought I’d start with some of the more colourful images from my trip. The weather wasn’t glorious and the sky was grey most of the time, but the city still effortlessly charmed me and showed why she’s the most romantic and stylish city on earth. Parisians look so suave. All of them. Even the old chap who fell down the steps in the bookstore and landed on me. He fell with aplomb. I, on the other hand, let out a little squeal and in no way handled the situation with sophistication.
The only problem now, is that I want to live there. Sure they charge €6 for a café crème and I realistically couldn’t survive on a diet of crêpe nutella and pain suisse, but I’m more than willing to try!