The photos were taken quickly, intuitively, using simple cameras that hold sentimental value and have been my companions for years.
In this case, photographic quality was not the priority. I believe their raw form, with its graininess and imperfections, lends authenticity. These images were never meant to document reality as an end in itself; instead, they serve as witnesses to what lingers in my memory.
I recall the art-filled spaces of the Picasso Museum and the Musée d’Orsay, where I could lose myself in the contemplation of details and people. I still feel the quiet joy of brief walks along the Seine, or strolling the streets of Montparnasse, casually capturing the essence of the moment.
