I was recently asked how I see Paris as a mother,… and I thought the best way to answer is through photographs. A few images for now that begin to scrape the surface of an evolving answer. I see a city that I thought I knew so well unfold before me from a three foot high perspective of wide-eyed wonder and punctuated play. Faded into the background is the Paris soaking in my sentimentalities, it becomes instead a jungle of extraordinary play spaces and boundless immediacy.
What my boys allow me to see is far more than what I see without them. I feel so very fortunate to be able to capture these magical vanishing moments of them against the timeless backdrop of Paris...
This post is dedicated to my beloved brother Paul [#leica]