When We Were Young

by Phantazein Studio

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.