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The World In My Eye - France Paris, my most cherished muse, always exists as a series of vignettes for me, never as monuments and/or people. My Paris lives and breathes in the flea markets, the odd close-up of a statue, and ways of showing the city without its make-up. Paris is always and never the same, and my lens cannot get enough of its shapes and textures and surfaces. I always try to paint a picture of Paris that gives an indication of its smell and taste, and the way the breeze blows across from the Right Bank to the Left Bank. Paris is a beautiful nude, all air and dreams and architecture. I will never tire of exploring her and portraying her in a million ways. Arles, her neighbor to the south is Provence at its best. A mecca for photographers, home of Rencontres, Arles, filled with fascinating people and images ripe for the plucking. The scents of lavender, Pastis, olives, and aioli fill the air and joy in the simple life of a lovely village fills one's heart
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