Paris, September 2016

“When Paris gave her hand to me, it felt like an eternity.”
Oh Vanity! – The Charlatans


For my first post, I’ve decided to begin with a quote in order to appear as pretentious as possible. Start as you mean to go on. Pretence aside, however, as I can honestly say that I do agree with the words of Tim Burgess, and having only visited Paris briefly – I feel as though it has made an incredibly long lasting impression.

In September 2016 I spent two days in Paris with my then girlfriend. The city offers many couples a perfect romantic getaway, an opportunity to wine and dine and experience the cliches of the city of love. Unfortunately for her, I was more concerned with the culture of the city (wine was also consumed, I’m not a fucking idiot).

Dragging my girlfriend across Paris in the pissing rain to look at Oscar Wilde’s grave may not have been the most romantic thing, but in doing so a love for this city of beautiful people and beautiful buildings was born where I probably killed off another bit of love.

I didn’t really do all that well at documenting the city, but here are a few things that caught my eye, as captured on a disposable camera (because unnecessary edginess is cool).