UNTRACINGS BY ETTA SHON

FICTION + ART BY E SHON

Blumentritt

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March 2014. Manila, Philippines

Manila Sunday

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March 2014. In and around Chinatown. Manila, Philippines.

Manila Babies

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March 2014. Manila, Philippines

I don’t know what I was expecting the first time I visited Manila. I saw children who lived out on the street everywhere I went. The lucky ones lived in makeshift houses comprised of random scrap materials, sleeping their entire families. I imagined the tough road ahead of them and how soon they’d learn that not everyone lived as they did. Some of them must have had some idea, once they ventured into town and saw “real” houses and shopping centers. I couldn’t help but to feel a twinge of injustice for them thinking about this moment.

Some of them would ask me for money, usually jokingly, but most were just fascinated and wanted to play. They would run up to me in packs, so trusting as children often are, calling out “ate!” which means big sister in Tagalog. They’d curiously eye my cameras and jump into a pose so that I’d take a photo. I’d have these encounters several times a day everyday during my journey in the Philippines. I was continually touched by the children’s attitude- so open and warm, reflecting that of the adults around them.

Freak

GIRL JESUS TATOO MALL FREAK OLD MAN MANILA CHINATOWN PHILIPPINES STREET

March 2014. Manila, Philippines

When We Were Young

OLD LADY PARK BENCH PARIS VIEILLE FEMME JOURNAL PARCOLD MAN JOURNAL NEWSPAPER PARIS VIEUX HOMMEOLD MAN BAGUETTE PARIS STREET VIEUX RUEVIEILLE FEMME FOYER RUE PARIS OLD WOMAN MAID STREETVIEUX HOMME MENILMONTANT OLD MEN PARIS STREETVIEUX HOMME OLD MAN MENILMONTANT RUE STREET PARIS

Paris, March 2014

I’ve always been drawn to elderly people, as subjects and as human beings. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s a certain respect for all that they’ve lived through or maybe it’s the way I was raised. Aside from Milan, Paris has the classiest population of elderly people I’ve ever encountered. It has nothing to do with money, but rather an attitude- a certain grace and dignity that doesn’t diminish with age. It’s a drastically different mentality from that of the States, particularly in fast paced cities such as New York where past a certain age it’s virtually impossible to keep up with a generally dismissive and self serving population. How easily we forget what we have facing us just several steps down the road.

Paris Night Crawling

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Night Films

Movie screen theatre cine mk2 quai de seine loire paris

Cinema is a huge part of the social culture in France. Membership cards to various theaters are common, allowing unlimited access to films monthly. I had such a card myself, and I spent many nights alone in a darkened theatre taking in every type of movie from the hilarious to the obscene in order to improve my French. Needless to say I developed a new appreciation for American films (yep I said it).

I profited from this membership especially in the first several months, while I was a new expat with a less than bumping social agenda. Admittedly, I’d start off more than a few nights feeling bummed and wandering the city until ultimately settling into a movie theatre, haphazardly choosing whichever French film I hadn’t already hit up. The two hour ritual of sitting alone in a dark room and slumping into the velvet cushions as I’d let my overstimulated mind go numb was equally as important as the film itself. I miss these nights sometimes. The overpowering anonymity of being truly alone in a foreign country, facing a foreign culture, taking in spoken words in a language not quite my own, as lovely foreign images pass before me.

Jonas

Jonas Bowman Rue Charlot Le Marais Paris

Rue Charlot, Paris. March, 2014.

This is Jonas Bowman. He is a Paris based jewelry designer with a shop in the Marais. He is extremely talented and also happens to be a very nice guy. Check out his beautiful creations: http://www.jonasbowman.com

Fontainebleau Forest

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Fontainebleau, March 2014

Mollie

Mollie Canal Saint Martin Paris Sunny Day

Canal St Martin, Paris. March 2014

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