Thursday, April 16, 2020

Vicarious Travel

In this strange, modern world in which we live, we travel vicariously: in our minds and in our memories. My particular means of transport is my collection of negatives: photographs I too fifty or so years ago. They not only remind me of a time in my life, but also of people, crowds, cars, noise: the very stuff of life as it used to be lived. Until the next time.

These three pictures were taken in Paris in 1973.

1 comment:

  1. Nice shots, Alan. It always amuses me that people seem to see Paris in their minds as a dreamy, flower-veiled place of dreams, overlooked by the Eiffel Tower (mostly imagined a la Renoir), when actually it's a busy, bustling place teeming with busy, bustling people. Your shots and Gershwin's American in Paris bring out that bustling reality. Good work!


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