Easter Week, Sunday

I really love the Louvre.

Rock star..?

…no. Just a rather modest portrait of a lady with a curious expression.

One of my favourite parts of the Louvre is the Africa, Asia, the Americas and Oceania exhibition. It’s very interesting to see art so far removed from the Italian and French paintings that hang on the vast walls upstairs.

Yes! They have one of the heads from Easter Island!

That’s an offering from Canada.


Who’s this chap?

He’s appearing all over the place. Unfortunately I’ve only caught him with my camera twice, but I’ll update this post with more sightings if and when he surfaces.

Update 1: It appears he hides behind things sometimes.

Update 2:

He doesn’t always stay in stations.

Update 3:


La Défense

La Défense is a business district in the West of Paris. It’s vast. It seems like there are no cars for miles; it eerily quiet, only the sound of rushing wind.

La Grande Arche de la Défense is an enormous hollow cube at one end of La Défense. It is a monument to humanitarian ideals.

The Canopy under the Arch looks almost organic.

It’s an unreal, futuristic environment.

But a couple find it a nice place for a picnic. Another arch, a monument to something very different, can be seen in the distance.


Me and Monet. (And Sara)

A good friend and I escaped from the dismal weather to the Musée de l’Orangerie on Saturday.

Two oval rooms in the museum house some of Money’s lilles, on a very grand scale.

The girl with the pearl, red, blue, and silver earing.

With this blog, I’m trying to do two things. Firstly, share something of my experience of Paris, without being selective. I want to show you what I’m seeing. That probably means there will be lots of pictures like this one.

And secondly, I want to illustrate my journey working with the photographic art medium. But it’s complicated. I’m debating whether those two things are at odds.

Metro stations are often the home of a few men without anywhere else. I guess it’s warm, sheltered from the wind.


Centre Pompidou

Certainly…different to the d’Orsay, but a fascinating collection nonetheless.

On the way home from the museum, I travelled through, what I suppose are, two of the city’s strongest features. Firstly, its loveliness. Picturesque architecture and interesting character are very easily found. Secondly, its poverty. For every charming building or a street, there is someone in need. The poverty in Paris is featured less on post cards, but has become as much a part of my experience of the city, as its imposing beauty.