Sunday 16 September 2007

Abandoned garden

In Paris, it is well known, everyone abandons the city for a few weeks in August. This inner sanctum in a building bordering le Marais could not be the exception. It was protected from the public by a high fence and its sole function, it seemed, was not to please the roving eye of the tourist but simply to feel the breeze on lazy afternoons.

Testigos Sordos

El mundo se ha detenido en el silencio de las tres de la tarde en esta oscura vidriera del Boulevard de Sebastopol.
Nada habrá de alterar la calma muerta de estas maquetas sin cabeza, mientras el tiempo avanza a media marcha y del cielo comienzan a desprenderse suaves perlas sobre las cabezas de hombres que discuten en voz alta, en idiomas desconocidos en las esquinas del Faubourg Saint Denis.

Jean Paul and Simone

After two million cigarettes and a thousand diatribes, not to mention countless bouts of infidelities, here they are reunited at last, under the same tombstone forever.

Not just bread...

No matter how much we try, it is always hard to forget Paris and some beautiful mornings of a summer time which has begun to fade...

Summer 2007

Summer memories take a short time to become mere shadows of the past.
Next year the children's feet will be a size bigger... and mine would have likely shrank a bit more.

By Jack Peilow, ten years had passed since...

This shot was part of a series that young Jack did at the time and was entirely related to beards.  Jack went around town asking men to pose...