This past June, I spent my final day in Paris as a flâneuse (“the passionate wanderer") with no plan, my camera, and a book.
I captured life in motion that day: friends walking side by side with flowers, couples crossing bridges holding hands. Paris was my north star through a period of depression. These photographs became proof of the courage it took to walk myself back to love.
I also captured people at rest... quiet moments of connection, where love was given, received, and remembered through presence.
And then there were reflections and mirrors, everywhere: the shine of a grocery-store window, the patina of an antique mirror, weathered stone façades that both revealed and concealed.
Cleo Wade writes, "To live is to get lost." These photos are about finding your way back by discovering the truths we already know, which are revealed only when we're brave enough to look. What we find, more often than not, is ourselves staring back.
This collection is about movement and stillness, connection and solitude, getting lost and finding your way home.
I hope you feel the love and warmth in these pictures because there was so much of it in me that day.
