Virginia Jones sees red. A lot. This Birmingham, Alabama-based photographer first visited Paris in 2007 and it was, as she says, le coup de foudre – love at first sight. After her second visit to the French capital in 2008, she created her photoblog, Paris Through My Lens. That’s when she noticed a theme running through some of her posts, one she claims was not intentional – consciously, at least: her camera seemed to be drawn to all things red. (more…)
David Henry, a native of Boston, Massachusetts, has been taking pictures since the age of thirteen, starting with cameras found at flea markets. His early love for the medium translated into a successful career as a photographer, and he took his art and his life to Paris, where he’s lived for the last 15 years. (more…)
Jennifer Gerardi is a New Yorker fortunate enough to be living in Paris for six months while her husband serves a medical fellowship. This professional artist and photographer (Life Steps Photo) has found Paris to be an unbelievable inspiration, particularly during the fall and winter seasons. (more…)
Lindsey Tramuta has lived in Paris long enough to have become intimately familiar with the city’s landscape, but not so long that she’s grown blasé about it. The winner of this month’s Paris in Pictures Photo Contest explains her winning photograph in her own words (and we share her two other photographs that the judges also loved): (more…)
Cole Porter loved Paris for all of its seasons. Maybe it’s because he knew that each transformed the French capital into an entirely new landscape. When the lively bloom of colorful flowers gave way to the bright yellows and oranges of fallen leaves, the whole character of the city changed. The starkness of winter casts the city in a shroud of mystery. Even though the trees stand naked along the parks and boulevards, the clear view only adds to the drama.
Meredith Mullins, the winner of our July Paris in Pictures Photo Contest, found that drama in her winning photograph, taken atop the Arc de Triomphe. (more…)
With apologies to Miles Davis, it’s good to be kind of blue in Paris, especially when you look at these photographs taken by Nichole Robertson. Even on those days when the gray clouds threaten to obscure the sky, there’s plenty of blue to be found around the city. (more…)
Who says Paris can’t be beautiful when it’s gray? When you look at these photographs taken by Nichole Robertson, it’s easy to see that the vibrancy of the City of Lights isn’t always black and white. (more…)
Come Christmastime, Paris truly embodies its position as the City of Lights. City streets—from the Champs-Élysées to the rue Cler and the winding rue des Abbesses in Montmartre are alit with festive lights. One of the most popular holiday attractions, however, are the windows of the grands magasins along Boulevard Haussman. That’s where rows of shoppers line up to see what the holiday season has in store behind the glass at Galeries Lafayette and Printemps. (more…)
Some see the Paris Métro as a means of transportation and, well, it is. But like everything else in this city that celebrates style and the arts, some Métro stations are designed to be more than functional. They’re landmarks. One of these is a showcase proving that art and technology aren’t mutually exclusive. The Arts et Métiers Métro station is something to see, a showpiece for the industrial revolution—with a twist. (more…)
Paris is my lover. It embraces me with tenderness, caressing me ever so gently as it whispers it’s secrets into my ear. Paris overtakes me with its passion, creating a longing within me that seems almost unbearable at times. Sometimes, Paris treats me with a callous indifference, leaving me shattered and utterly abandoned. But these moments are fleeting. They are but the consequence of a relationship that has become too familiar, and they are quickly banished to place where memory has no hold. This is, after all, no casual dalliance. This is a love affair in the grandest of schemes. It’s an epic romance, and my heart will belong to Paris until the day that I die. (more…)
It was another elegant night at the Opera Garnier—rich textures, swirling colors, and layered music transforming all the senses. And then, as we emerged for intermission and headed for the champagne bar and a prime place on the marbled balconies, we noticed a scarlet-clad woman draped on the stairs like a cloth dropped by the wind or a fairy-tale princess, asleep for a hundred years. Some paused in wonder. Some did not notice. Some glanced but then passed by—since nothing could stop them from their intermission cigarette.
Maybe it was those pesky photography gods again. Maybe it was a mysterious tug from the universal artistic magnetic field. Maybe it was just the beautifully designed Louvre promotional material that comes on paper stock worthy of fondling. Somehow I knew that dancers dressed in crinkly white tissue moving through Mesopotamian space would prove interesting. And I was not disappointed. Like starched, straight-edged whirling dervishes, they glided and spun through time to the rhythm of a lone saxophone. Simply beautiful.
When you visit Chantilly, you step back into another time. The fairy-tale chateau and Le Nôtre’s gardens set the stage for mystery, intrigue, and imagination. And, on Nuit des Musées, the past was alive and festive. From (tattooed) maids-a-riding, their silk trains blowing in the wind … to friendly lords-a-leaping, their smiles saying “follow me” (so I did!) … to cantering horses moving gracefully through the gardens. We were at a fête of another age. (more…)