![]() ![]() ![]() White says that “…more than any other city Paris is still constructed to tempt someone out for an aimless saunter, to walk on just another hundred yards - and then another.” That’s so true. And Paris is the most serendipitously generous city I’ve been fortunate to visit in my life. ![]() Just about anywhere I go in search of pictures, I go serendipitously. I’ve always been drawn to the edges of an event or a place, whether it’s meandering the streets of a city neighbourhood, frequenting a visually beckoning cafe or bar, roaming the cavernous rooms of fine museums, or probing the wings and the back stages at music events or fashion shows that’s where I love to visually explore. In the words of Edmund White, author of The Flaneur: A Stroll through the Paradoxes of Paris, a book I consider akin to a bible of human observation-at least as regards the streets of Paris – I have often been an “aimless stroller who loses himself in the crowd, who has no destination and goes where ever caprice or curiosity directs his or her footsteps.” Within my profession I have long been considered a ‘street shooter’. ![]() But for more than 50 years as a photographer – no matter where in the world my magazine assignments or self-determined travels have taken me in quest of imagery – I have, in fact, adapted the manner of a flaneur: I have always preferred to simply wander and watch. I sometimes wonder if perhaps I flatter myself by using the French term flaneur to describe how I photograph when in Paris. ![]()
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