Paris in Monochrome
Paris is often photographed for its grandeur, its movement, its light. But what I found was something quieter. A stillness behind the glass, a shadow stretched across stone, a single figure framed by architecture, almost swallowed by it.
This series is a collection of impressions—scenes that felt both fleeting and eternal. A chandelier reflected in a café window, its bulbs floating like moons above the street. Empty chairs casting long silhouettes in the mist. A couple, barely more than silhouettes themselves, leaning into a moment of light. These are the details I kept noticing, the fragments I brought back.
I wasn’t trying to document the city—I was trying to feel it.