A Week In Paris

When I first set foot in Paris for that week, I had no fixed itinerary, no grand expectations. I wanted to let the city lead me, to show me what it hides behind the obvious. Paris is a city of layers, and I hoped to peel a few of them back. Instead of chasing color, I chose black and white, knowing that it would allow me to cut through the noise and focus on the heart of the city—its forms, its moods, its silences.

"A Week in Paris" is the result of those seven days, where the only thing guiding me was the rhythm of the streets, the changing light, and the way the city breathed. I didn’t aim to capture the Paris of postcards—the Eiffel Tower standing tall, or the grand boulevards filled with motion. Instead, I was drawn to the Paris that exists in between: the shadows stretching across the Seine at twilight, the faces of strangers lost in thought, the subtle stories etched into the city’s old stone.

There’s something about black and white photography that feels honest to me. It strips the scene down to its essence, leaving nothing but light, shadow, and texture. Without color to distract, you're left with the bones of the image—its raw emotion, its shape, its contrast. Paris, in black and white, feels timeless, eternal. The details of its daily life, from the quiet cafés to the rain-soaked streets, become moments of stillness, as if the city is pausing, just long enough for you to see its soul.

During that week, I realized that Paris is not just a place. It’s a feeling, a state of mind. It’s in the fleeting encounters, the way the light filters through narrow alleyways, or how the clouds hang low over the river. In those moments, I wasn’t just a photographer; I was a part of the city, absorbing its energy while attempting to freeze it in time.

This collection is my personal interpretation of Paris, a glimpse of what I felt and saw during those seven days. I didn’t want to just document; I wanted to convey the emotion that Paris stirs in those who take the time to notice.