2020 has been surreal and awful and given us all sorts of challenges financial and mental.
When I was in Paris working in my early 20sI couldn't afford much but one of my favourite things to do was buy cheap postcards from the side of the Seine or Maison Européenne de la Photographie.I stuck the greats all over my peeling walls in London and had my own little private gallery.
So I'm creating a collection for those who might want a little magic and a little art all over their walls but can't afford my archive quality prints.
Enjoy dreaming my darlings!
Buy 10 and scatter them all over your workspace, your windows or send them to friends 💌
(Me trying to be chic in Paris when I was working for a magazine photographing street-style in Paris)
I have had an on-off relationship with Paris for ten years. She is beautiful but does nothing by halves. I thought she hated me and so stayed away for years after working there for two in my early twenties as a street-style photographer. I have been humiliated beyond my worst nightmares and exhilarated beyond my wildest imaginings. Someone I once knew explained Paris as 'not having the grease of politeness that London does to make for smooth social interactions' – it is all or nothing.
I spent a lot of time roaming the streets by myself and, what was a terrifying confrontation with my own mind when I was younger, has eased as I grow into myself (earning more money doesn't hurt in this expensive city as well).
I hope you will find some joy and transportation in my little offering from one of the most magical, tormentuous, visceral, proud and beautiful places I have ever been.