I’m a digital photographer. I love being a digital photographer and I deeply enjoy the labors and toils of the digital process.
I traveled to Paris for 10 magical days in May and I knew, like all of my other personal work, those future digital files would age and die and be buried in my e-graveyard known as the hard drive. I would be obsessively glued to a two-inch screen instead of experiencing Paris in earnest. That’s why I shot this trip on film.
Film, for me, is really hard. Even with my loyalty to the digital process, I’m reminded of the value to trust your imagination first and your screen second. For the sake of transparency, I didn’t love them initially. With the weather being largely poor, I only took four rolls of film and had unkind expectations for myself. I, for a moment, regretted not shooting this important adventure with a process that grants me more confidence and comfort. At the advice of others, I decided not to revisit them for a time and return when I was in a braver place. I’m so glad I did.
Film, for someone fairly inexperienced in the process, is magically and wonderfully uncertain. After looking through these photos once more and culling a few favorites, I find myself grateful for their simple and honest documentation of the trip: the dreary haze, admiring the greenery that invades this ancient city, the feeling of wonder as you roam side streets that hold so much history, petting every dog that came within a quarter mile. Are these the best images I’ve ever taken in my life? No. But I love them and am so happy to share them with you. Merci!