At Denfert. I imagine a misty veil coming down over the image, suddenly it’s a hundred years ago and it’s the same same square but photographed by Atget and there are people in the background wearing tall hats. In the background, andthere are horses and carts crossing the street. But is there the still the medium’s caravan next to the recently-opened metro entrance?
Technical details: my Ricoh GR1s now dead, I took out the Leica Mini that my friend Jean-Francois had given me a few years previously. This is actually a very cheap camera made many years ago in Japan for Leica. It has crazy amounts of distortion, but I kind of like images it produces. I usually put slow film in it like FP4plus. Walking to the swimming pool one mid-day I found this fellow on the steps. I took his photograph. He didn’t notice me.
Now, a very long walk around town — almost ten kilometres. Unseasonably warm weather. In the 20th arr. we find a building site — transformed into a beach. Gravel on the ground. Is it because there are no parks nearby? Or because sitting on gravel is cool?
Somewhere in there, in the middle of a roll, My Ricoh GR1s died. I thought, well, why not salvage the film? But I wasn’t thinking clearly enough. I should *not* have advanced the film before shooting again. But it did make for some curious results. A combination of images from two separate trips…
