|
Post by questa on Aug 12, 2014 22:45:02 GMT
WOW ! They are all great, but the one of the platforms disappearing into the tunnel (#6 from end)is hypnotising. All those straight lines vanishing into the arched tunnel, lovely composition.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2014 16:02:39 GMT
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 19:37:01 GMT
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 19:50:40 GMT
Chinese massages...?
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 20:12:40 GMT
You're supposed to be admiring the building.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 20:52:56 GMT
The building drew my eye; the sign made it memorable. I think my favourite building is the Cuirs et Peaux - the courtyard is dreamy.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 23:04:15 GMT
|
|
|
Post by htmb on Aug 19, 2014 23:07:14 GMT
These are wonderful, but I particularly like the first two in this last series!
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 6:10:19 GMT
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 14:09:21 GMT
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2014 19:00:19 GMT
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2014 21:40:05 GMT
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 11:53:30 GMT
|
|
|
Post by nycgirl on Aug 23, 2014 18:57:12 GMT
What a wonderful set of images. Even with the obvious signs of modernity, they look timeless.
I absolutely love the composition and the contrasting decorative styles in that last photo.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 17:42:50 GMT
|
|
|
Post by htmb on Aug 25, 2014 19:22:22 GMT
Brilliant job capturing the light coming through the glass behind the altar in black and white. I really like that picture.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 19:18:08 GMT
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 22:24:32 GMT
|
|
|
Post by lagatta on Aug 28, 2014 0:56:58 GMT
The one with the spectacles takes me back to photographs of the passages in the works of the Surrealists.
Funny details. The young woman looking at the books and posters on the quais could have been in the 1960s except for her shoes.
|
|
|
Post by fumobici on Aug 28, 2014 3:25:36 GMT
Your bouquinistes at least don't appear to be selling padlocks.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2014 5:18:55 GMT
But they were.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 17:09:26 GMT
|
|
|
Post by mossie on Aug 29, 2014 18:33:57 GMT
The yacht pond is classic
|
|
|
Post by htmb on Aug 29, 2014 19:05:01 GMT
Kerouac, your black and white photo thread is a real hit, and many of the pictures are absolutely extraordinary on their own.
Though I don't feel quite as attached to the Luxembourg Gardens as I used to I have many great memories of time spent sitting in the park, staying nearby, and using it as a thoroughfare to get to class. It's nice to see it photographed in black and white.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 19:10:44 GMT
If the truth be told, I absolutely do not like the Luxembourg gardens at all, but whenever I pass through them, maybe 2 or 3 times a year max, it is impossible to deny their beauty. It is the stilted atmosphere than I don't really like, compared to the relaxed parks and squares of outer Paris.
|
|
|
Post by htmb on Aug 29, 2014 19:26:06 GMT
I understand what you mean, as you've mentioned several times you do not care for the Luxembourg Gardens, but at 8:00 in the morning, when there's hardly a soul about but the joggers, or on an unseasonably cold summer day when it's so overcast none but the stalwarts are scattered around in chairs it's a great place to walk, read, and enjoy the park while contemplating life. The apartment where I stayed was on a top floor off Place Sorbonne, and I found the area to be most welcoming during that phase of my life. For me, there's a lot of really good personal history, and I like going back to the area from time to time.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 6:11:54 GMT
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 21:18:51 GMT
|
|
|
Post by htmb on Sept 3, 2014 21:30:18 GMT
Kerouac, I think these remarkable photographs would be absolutely perfect published into book form.
|
|
|
Post by gabriele on Sept 4, 2014 10:22:32 GMT
I know it's Paris (and since it is you taking the photos, I know it's a real Paris) but I feel turned on my head and it is a Paris of dreams of childhood (in which cars take up space but have no meaning), it is a Paris that Wim Wenders could have used instead of Berlin for Wings of Desire...the city the angels knew in black and white, which only turned to color when Damiel chose to fall from heaven (a wonderful Bruno Ganz)....where things are somehow timeless but in time as people move through their lives, where angels perch on monuments and towers and the city is clearly seen..but not the same city. Again, without the cars specifying the date, it's Alain Delon in Le Samourai...which I remember almost as a silent film (although a main character was a jazz xinger)... somehow silence and black and white images seem linked, but not because the original movies were black and white and silent... no, it's as if the black and white contain silence, time stopped, waiting for something else to happen, then sound can return. I have been reading 'Camus A romance'...taking time to absorb the writer's exploration of Camus....I remember embracing the idea of the existentialists when I was first learning French (1956), foundering on Sartre (in english) and then reading Camus. I didn't fall in love with Camus but with the France and Paris (mainly Paris) of Camus...a world of change, of new ideas and people who were so....beyond the world I knew. I read one of his plays (Les Justes) in French in 1959 and it told me more about the conflicts in the world at the time than any serious reporting in newspapers or magazines. Camus, too, walks some of the streets in your photos or perhaps lives in an apartment down one of the narrow streets you've recorded. I'm going to have to come back to this when I have more time, perhaps have a little cognac (fine à l'eau), I know I have an old Piaf album but that would be too emotional for black and white...maybe Francoise Hardy's Star...
Kerouac, when you walk around some areas/places, do you ever hear music that sort of suits where you're at (hear it in your head, not with your ears)? Again, thank you for making your Paris ours as well... Merci mille fois as my Third Year French teacher used to say...
|
|