I met Elsa on a sunny afternoon in Paris. I asked if I could take a picture and she kindly agreed. As we were walking down the same road, she ended up telling me she was a photographer from Marseille, I ended up showing her two of my favorite thrift shops. In a city of 2 300 000 inhabitants and many tourists, meeting people seems to be a rather complicated enterprise.
During the day, people work, they're under a lot of stress, they're late for everything, they're gumpy, they're moody... So to relax, people go out at night, they want to meet people. So they'll order a drink to shake the stress off. They'll start talking to the tall blond on their right... but wait... they need another drink... to be funny you know? And then they'll order another one cause... well the joke was funny but now they've run out of things to say and have to do something to avoid looking too akward. And by the sixth drink, you're having the time of your life talking to the tall blond, you forgot his/her name but it's ok cause you'll call him/her "babe" for the rest of the night. The next morning, you'll go to work all stressed out because you didn't get enough sleep but good thing you're going out later that day for a relaxing drink with some friends...
All I'm saying is that in a city where healthy socialising is on the same scale as rocket science, it is quite refreshing to meet a young photographer from Marseille on a sunny Parisian afternoon.
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