Every day

Diary of a black and white photographer 1

The afternoon sun bathed the scene in brilliant light, illuminating a group of teenagers scattered along the shore, their carefree laughter echoing over the waves. Boys tried to impress the girls with exaggerated dives into the shallow water, while others threw pebbles or sprawled nonchalantly on the warm sand. The girls, sunglasses on, watched with a mixture of amusement and feigned indifference, exchanging glances and subtle smiles. A peculiar energy floated in the air, a play of subtle gestures and light teasing, an implicit language of budding attraction and discovery. It was adolescence in its sunny purity, on the edge of something bigger.

In the subway train

The subway train rocked gently as it sped through the dark tunnels. From my window, I caught a fleeting glimpse of the next car. A young woman leaned gently on the shoulder of her seatmate, eyes closed, letting her body melt into the rhythm of the ride. The man next to her remained motionless, his expression indecipherable but peaceful, as if he understood her fatigue without a word being necessary. In the tumult of the metro-the announcements, the snatches of conversation, the rumble of the rails-they embodied a small moment of confidence, of respite, and that universal need to rest, if only for a few stations.

Seine banks

The man walked slowly along the banks of the Seine in Paris, his solitary silhouette contrasting with the bustle of the city around him. The sun played on the water, while an occasional breeze carried the murmurs of laughter and conversation from the cafés in the distance. Yet he seemed elsewhere, his hands in his pockets and his eyes riveted on the cobblestones beneath his feet. There was no urgency in his approach, just the leisurely pace of someone lost in thought or simply enjoying solitude. Paris vibrated around him, alive and chaotic, but on the quays, there was only him and the calm of the river.