unknown faces in *paris*
20 August 2012
I don’t like to post photos of people’s faces unless they are acting in a public role or have given me permission when I photograph them. I want to respect their right to privacy as they go about their daily lives. Although these faces are hidden, I still feel an emotional connection by their clothes, body language, actions, surroundings and recalling my thoughts in the moment I saw them. I care for these strangers in Paris.
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I LOVE these photos. So intriguing because I can’t see their faces.
You can tell so much by the way a person inclines their head or by the way they hold themselves. These people have so many stories to tell. I love your Parisian strangers too!
simply lovely, and I can just imagine the faces of each one. ah, how I love paris….my daughter and husband are there (in the extreme heat) for a few days as I write this…..I look forward to her photos too!
Yes, my daughter and her husband had a great Paris visit and are now in Provence, falling in love with it.
I was going to say the same as Trishie, your photographs are much more interesting to look at than if you were showing their faces. It adds an air of mystery and you can use your imagination more.
Sarah x
Interesting pictures and posts. I never like to take photos of strangers much even if they don’t know. I just don’t like to intrude . But these are well done.
You have so beautifully captured these people. It’s amazing just how much emotion shines through in each photo – I’ve looked at this post a few times now and find myself making up stories for each person and I can’t help but wander how close the truth would be to my fiction… love it.
Stunning captures. You are so kind in protecting peoples’ privacy; it’s only right and fair.
Hi, I am new to your blog. Came here via Under Lock and Key’s Trishie, who told us about your Cooking Club. If you don’t mind, I would love to join you guys.
Your blog is really inspiring. Most of the time, I fret and whine and get upset about my degenerating eyes, and hang on too long to the dire prognosis of posterior vitreous detachment… But when it gets too low, I somehow snap out of it, and seek to see, create, experience and enjoy as much as I can, ignoring all the floaters in my vision. It is going to get worse, so best get on with life while I’ve still got
Juanita