Tracing Ghosts Beneath The Paris Sky
A dance of long-exposure frames, where the city’s hurried pulse meets the quiet grace of iron silhouettes. Layering these moments on acetate, I transform fleeting light into ethereal forms. In their stillness, I find myself both lost and found, as if Paris, slowly and quietly, is becoming mine.
Photography layered on acetate.
A dance of long-exposure frames, where the city’s hurried pulse meets the quiet grace of iron silhouettes. Layering these moments on acetate, I transform fleeting light into ethereal forms. In their stillness, I find myself both lost and found, as if Paris, slowly and quietly, is becoming mine.
Photography layered on acetate.