Paris, France

August 2011

Streets of Paris have passed through me bringing with them grit, demise and flesh, dragging me into a dimension not imbued with fear or repulsion, but with a fascination that nailed my eyes to the darkest corners and to forgotten humanity.

The gray lays on top of everything like a greasy veil; an unpleasant layer inhabits live and dead matter and has slowly spilled out, seeping into everything on the outside, concealing life, truth, movement, hope.