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Un año de canon






Les gens de Paris


I know I was just four days in Paris. Four days isn't enough almost for anything sure in this life. And I'm not a wise man. More over, the little I know of anthropology is not about France.
I looked without thinking à propos. Pretending I was a machine myself: no intentions looking por special people. What my camera saw is what my eyes saw. I didn't try to find tourists or french people: just shoot. 
I have no interpretation here. No words. I hope that's the first step until the last great one of a photographer: touching the heart and stating something with a picture. But maybe that's how a photographer achieves this goal...with an empty mind. If that's the case, I'm on my way...

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