It is purely coincidental that I always use B&W film in Paris. I love the city's consistent color palette of creamy beige, earthy brown and muted greens; but I also love the underlying spirit of Paris when the colors are concealed.
I urged myself: Write something about Paris! After all, you fell head over heels for the city! Truth is, I can't. Yet. The city is so heavily associated with clichés, that every time I try to declare my passion, it just doesn't feel authentic. Regardless of what I write, it felt like I must've read… Continue reading All roads lead to Paris