Every photographer has a muse. Mine is the enchanting city of Paris. When I reveal this, people usually look at me with disappointment at such a trite answer, and ask why. I answer that it is because she wears her every emotion on her sleeve, making no excuses. After all, the power of a photograph lies in the ability of the subject to manifest its personality through the veil of two dimensions. Paris, like a seasoned thespian, pulses with charisma. Her magnetism exudes out of her pores at every street corner, in every cobbled neighborhood, and through every checkered café tablecloth. I never have to worry that she will have a bad day because even at her worst, Paris brings passion to the table. That’s why it is so easy to make her look good at every turn and why taking photos in Paris is one of my favorite assignments. Continue reading

