Photos: Martin Lanot (Paris September 2015)
SATURDAY. When I think back on my recent trip (which, yes, I'm still doing), I realize that what I categorized as a massive summer sabbatical actually spanned three seasons: Spring in Copenhagen to Fall in Munich. And the four separate occasions in which I flew (or bussed, or trained, or drove..) to Paris to visit good friends amounted to a month-long exposure in the French capital. These photos are from -- as one would guess by the wool shawl and quarter-length sleeves -- the transition into Autumn visit for a friend's monthly art gallery event, which always seeks to bring different artists and people into one, comprehensive space.
Waking up on this side of the world to the city's current state of emergency was and remains, for me and many worldwide, a nerve-racking mood by which to be surrounded. We forget the chaos around us when we are personally at peace. With ALL the recent and ongoing tragedies summoned by extreme (fill in the blank)s -- and this not being a blog of world events -- I simply reserve these thoughts for my loved ones and theirs.