Humans of Paris II

FRANCE. Paris. 2014.

Three different shots at three different locations around Paris: the first near Odéon, the second on Canal Saint-Martin, and the third on Rue Bobillot on the way back to the dorm from school Centre. My chronic problem is that I tend to shy away from face-on shooting. As one might expect, there are people that mind less and there are those that mind more. My approach is to refrain from objectifying people (as in, making people feel like they’re “things” being photographed; more on subject vs. object in this post). Often my solution is to halt for a moment to snap a shot, then to carry on briskly. The point is to be unobtrusive.

The problem with this is that I can’t always look through the viewfinder. This works if you are intuitively aware of how your lens will frame the scene just by “feeling” it. Unfortunately my mastery of the camera is not yet at that level, so I get some, miss some. This method, however, does make for excellent candid photography, mainly because then the subjects are not startled by some creepy photographer trying to snag a shot of them. The last one in particular was taken in this manner. It’s a lot less sharp than the first two shots since I was still in movement when the shutter was pressed, but I’d say there’s more of a spur-of-the-moment feeling to the image.


Tinned Nostalgia

SOUTH KOREA. Busan. 2013.

Old condiment tins are among those things I miss oddly much about South Korea. The stores in Haeundae (in Busan, South Korea) that skirt the beach probably keep sackfuls of these in the front and back. After a while they get pretty rusty and a little more brittle. The colours on the exterior start to blend. Look closer and you’ll find that each tin is unique. There is so much of the sea here in the scene. For this sympathetic photographer, here was my nostalgia.

Over the Seine

FRANCE. Paris. 2014.

Another colour shot, taken on a bridge over the Seine near Notre Dame. Dusk is probably my favourite time of day, for the sombreness that accompanies it both in feeling and in colour. In French the expression is “entre chien et loup”, which translates to “between dog and wolf”. I initially thought this was some werewolf reference, but apparently it originates from the popular saying that once it gets dark enough, it becomes difficult to tell a dog from a wolf.

On an entirely unrelated note, I dropped back into Paris from my 9-day trip to Croatia yesterday! More on my travels later — look out for photos and reflections to come very soon!

Motion: Skates

FRANCE. Paris. 2014.

Picking up cones following a stunt performance just in front of Notre Dame. I was hoping to capture the sense of motion in the shot. I’m currently packing my bag for a 9-day backpack trip to Croatia, leaving tomorrow afternoon. It won’t be a terribly long flight — at least, certainly not as long as what I’m used to, which is anywhere from 9-14 hours — and really my foremost concern at the moment is deciding what lenses I want to take!