Taken up in my new favourite area, the Ménilmontant Heights, over in the north east of the city, there's plenty of glorious degredation to get your teeth and lens into as you wander around.
This month alone I've discovered old well observation hatches, entire buildings covered by so-in-your-face graffiti it's not true, Communards' graves and deathwalls, crazy little cafés, large-breasted wooden women in imposing churches, hidden defunct railways and more.
Last week I walked a fragmented path; last night I read a broken book, and here I give you a fractured me, all the more multi-faceted for that, I dare say.
This city is tearing me apart, and the pace of disintegration seems to be hotting up, and I think this is a good thing.
As time goes on, the more aware of its passage I become, and the more urgent it is to produce like there's no tomorrow, literally, like there's no to more oh!
I deal in fragments; fragments of time, fragments of verse, fragments of photos, fragments of feelings, fragments of friendships and, ultimately, fragments of fragments, ever diminishing, until the final infinitesemal fragment becomes indistinguisable from... nothingness. And my time will be over, the last piece placed, the jigsaw puzzle completed, the frame filled, the mystery solved. How it was. I hope the final fragment's a good one. I'll do my best.
Nice to have a new shot from time to time. Especially one taken on the spur of the moment, no preparation, spontaneously, on someone else's camera. By someone else!
Check this out - awesome! My idea, his doing. I brightened me up a bit - I was drowning in doom 'n' gloom. Not me at all, right?
Funny when you compare this to other pics taken at the same event - cheesy grins and happy shiny people, and then... this.
Which is fiction and which reality? And who's going to decide? Time.
Saw an application on Facebook today where you can 'see what you'll look like' in 10, 20, 30 years' hence. Now why would you want to do that? I almost did, but then drew back, ostensibly because it looked like they were tricking you into giving them your e-mail address for who knows what dark reason.
Or maybe I hesitated because in the end I'm not even sure what I look like today, so what's the point of going further. Listen, check back in 10, 20, or 30, and I'll let you know, OK?
My life used to be spent looking at bits of film like this isn't (it's all done with mirrors... or something).
Hours and hours spent in the dark room, the bathroom, fiddling away inside a darkbag changing reels and pouring in chemicals, getting the temperature just right and then some. The magic of the image appearing in front of your eyes, in a blacked out bedroom.
That was twenty years ago now. Now you can create 35mm film pics of all possible permutations with the tap of a screen (we don't even need to click buttons any more). What is the world coming to?
Well I like it, personally. Love it, me. Love gadgets and love the old ways, all at the same time and wrapped into one. The challenge is, to still keep coming up with something new. That's the deal. It amazes me more people don't seem to be doing this, or something, or just anything creative.
I have a cinema card which I laughed at when I signed up. For the price of just two films I could go to the best cinemas in Paris 150 times a month if I wanted; 5 times a day, non-stop, heaven!
I go about once every six months. Sitting in a cinema just isn't creative enough for me. I seem to need to be pounding the streets taking ridiculous numbers of shots I'll never have the time to process, because there will always be another bunch coming right along afterwards. It's scary. It never stops.
Well, it will one day. But by then there will be something to remember me by. If anyone wants to do any remembering. That was the guy who... kept the UGC cinema chain in business throughout the early years of the 21st century. But his photography didn't suffer for it.