It’s about time I posted this somewhere else. It’s the fruit of this summer’s obsession with low light photography, time lapse and Paris. I originally intended it to be a souvenir of the four months I spent there, a sort of visual comfort blanket that I hoped might give me that Paris hit while I was wallowing in the murky depths of suburban English life. So far, it’s worked well. Every scene says so much more than a single frame photograph ever could – more than regular speed video even – and I think it’s precisely this intensity that keeps me spellbound when I watch it, even for the thousandth time. More importantly though, it protects my bank balance when all I want to do is jump on the next Eurostar.
