The end of the (metro) line in Paris


Surprised by suburbia ...

So, the other day my mom and I ventured to the suburbs for a photoshoot. To be honest, I was surprised – it was so … not Parisian. It still felt like a city – or, at least the outskirts of a city – but  there were no little alleyways, no old, pretty buildings, no adorable cafes, nobody strolling down the street gnawing on a baguette. I don’t know … It was just bizarre to get onto the metro (M9) in a quintessential Parisian neighborhood, and then step off of at the end of the line and see a mini mall and some highly unattractive architecture. There was a huge flea market going on, though, so the place had energy … we would have stopped to browse, but it was SO freezing cold … don’t let the sunshine fool you!

Headed back onto the M9 metro ...

But don’t get me wrong – I’m definitely not complaining. I got to shoot with the most amazing photographer … his name is ToMa, and his whole philosophy is that natural is better. The lighting was just a single window, and he had me wear no makeup – actually, I didn’t even brush my hair. I got the photos today and they turned out pretty well, if I may say so myself … it’s refreshing to add something so simple to my book.

One of my favorite shots by ToMa