Light, Objects, and the Feeling
There is always something new to look at in the sky or on the subway. It becomes a painting by feeling it.
There is always something new to look at in the sky or on the subway. It becomes a painting by feeling it.
A photographer's everyday life. Small dolls, colorful miscellaneous goods, sparkling rivers, and effigies soaring into the sky.
In the showcase of a patisserie in Paris, cakes that sparkle like jewels are lined up. Strawberry, matcha, chocolate...
Two people walking down the streets of Paris, two people walking in the shadows along the river. Their backs resonate with each other without a word…
Somewhere in Paris, on a friend's birthday, cheeses like jewels were lined up on the table...
It doesn't matter gender or age. Everyone has the right to spend time alone.
The Eiffel Tower floating in the evening sky. A long shadow falls on the ground and a ray of light shines through a gap in the heavy clouds.
The quiet surface of the water.
The small artworks decorating the city walls are alive with anonymous voices. The light shining into the depths of a quiet alley and the sound of feet…
White cloth and red and green flags flying across the sky. Small paper cups and sugar pots on the windowsill of a cafe.
Facing the busy streets of Paris, a small, quiet terrace spreads out. The tablecloths flutter gently in the breeze, and the greenery…
Time flows slowly in Yachimun Village. As you walk among the red tiles and plants, a friendly cat will sleep on your lap and you will hear the cracks in your…
The soft morning light gently highlights the outline of the city. People sitting in cafes, the quietness of the intersection...
A small sign nestled against an impersonal wall. Its presence was like a secret entrance stumbled upon by chance...
A subtle message of love painted on an old bridge. "Te caresser (I caress you)..."
Looking through the glass, you can see the flowers gathering light. The boundaries between nature and art blend together.
The rain stops, the sun shines, and then it gets cloudy again. The weather changes in just 30 minutes. The view outside the window is the same.
The fickle sky of Paris. Walking down a street after the rain, you can smell the freshly baked Paris Brest and chocolate eclairs...
In Paris after the rain, even the drops of water on the red tables of cafes are poetic. The smell of croissants,...
When I walk through the streets of Paris, my senses naturally open up. I can smell the flowers, the smell of baking bread, the paintings on the walls…
A quiet courtyard seen through the glass. The plants and stone paving reflected the wet morning light. When I turned around, I saw a red…
The streets of Paris are beautiful in the soft silence that suddenly appears after the rain has passed. The light reflected on the wet cobblestones, the quiet opening…
The Eiffel Tower on Saturday. Everyone was trying to take a photo with the tower in the background. People passing by, standing…
The morning light shines through the gaps in the curtains and wakes me up quietly. Outside the window, the city has already started to move...
On Thursday, Paris was breathing quietly under a slightly cloudy sky. There was no one sitting on the terrace of a cafe...
Wednesday in Paris. The trees along the Avenue de l'Odeon cast swaying shadows on the people and buildings passing by.
Filming had begun under the bridge. Behind the cables and cameras, an ordinary everyday scene unfolds.
At the beginning of the week, the sky was a clear blue as far as the eye could see. There was a quiet tension in front of the station, and the morning light was still soft.
On Sunday morning, the air in Paris was filled with a different rhythm than usual. Starting from the Champs-Élysées, the 42…