(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.