Across from my maid’s quarters, I looked into the quarters of an obviously well-to-do family. They lived on the very desirable fourth floor in the building across the street. They had,well, French doors instead of portals for windows, and they often left the lights on with the curtains open, well into the evening. I had a clear view of the children’s rooms. Three children each with their own room. The rooms were well-appointed, decorated and colorful. I wondered what it must be like growing up French….growing up Parisian in the right neighborhood.
I’ve always been somewhat of an observer, a guest looking in on the world which I attribute to the fact that, as a kid we moved around alot – changed continents three times, even. I became interested in photography in high school. No, I mean photography: pure, black and white, darkroom, honest photography. It was a perfect pastime for someone like me.