Something in her way. Paris, subway, April 28th, 2013 (mobile photography, right now).
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Something in her way.

Paris, subway, April 28th, 2013 (mobile photography, right now).

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” Bob Marley My older buddies maybe remember this couple of musicians of subway Evelyn Fran-adjéah (I promised). I shot them last year, they’re still “rocking” the 11 line — reggaeing. Paris, subway portrait, March 2013. clok_moitie on Flickr and on Twitter
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“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” Bob Marley

My older buddies maybe remember this couple of musicians of subway Evelyn Fran-adjéah (I promised). I shot them last year, they’re still “rocking” the 11 line — reggaeing.

Paris, subway portrait, March 2013.

clok_moitie on Flickr and on Twitter

Wings of Desire Tribute. “Tell me, muse, of the storyteller who has been thrust to the edge of the world, both an infant and an ancient, and through him reveal everyman. With time, those who listened to me became my readers. They no longer sit in a circle, bur rather sit apart. And one doesn’t know anything about the other. I’m an old man with a broken voice, but the tale still rises from the depths, and the mouth, slightly opened, repeats it as clearly, as powerfully. A liturgy for which no one needs to be initiated to the meaning of words and sentences.” Wim Wenders, Der Himmel über Berlin. Paris, Saint-Germain-des-Prés subway station, February 2013. clok_moitie on Flickr & Twitter
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Wings of Desire Tribute.

“Tell me, muse, of the storyteller who has been thrust to the edge of the world, both an infant and an ancient, and through him reveal everyman. With time, those who listened to me became my readers. They no longer sit in a circle, bur rather sit apart. And one doesn’t know anything about the other. I’m an old man with a broken voice, but the tale still rises from the depths, and the mouth, slightly opened, repeats it as clearly, as powerfully. A liturgy for which no one needs to be initiated to the meaning of words and sentences.” Wim Wenders, Der Himmel über Berlin.

Paris, Saint-Germain-des-Prés subway station, February 2013.

clok_moitie on Flickr & Twitter

«On se croirait devant un aquarium.- Non, répondis-je, car l’aquarium n’est qu’une cage, et ces poissons-là sont libres comme l’oiseau dans l’air.» Jules Verne (Vingt Mille Lieues sous les mers). “We could think we’re in front of an aquarium.- No, I answered, because the aquarium is only a cage, these fishes are free as birds in the air.” Paris, Arts et Métiers subway station, July 2012 (mobile, keep emptying my phone of unpublished photos).
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«On se croirait devant un aquarium.
- Non, répondis-je, car l’aquarium n’est qu’une cage, et ces poissons-là sont libres comme l’oiseau dans l’air.» Jules Verne (Vingt Mille Lieues sous les mers).

“We could think we’re in front of an aquarium.
- No, I answered, because the aquarium is only a cage, these fishes are free as birds in the air.”

Paris, Arts et Métiers subway station, July 2012 (mobile, keep emptying my phone of unpublished photos).

“How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?” Sherlock Holmes. I’m captivated by this subway station wall, covered by electric cables from top to bottom. London, Baker Street subway station, November 2012 (mobile). Okay, I know, two days ago, I said “London, so long, adios, farewell, hasta la vista!” Okay, I took pix in Paris these last days. But I wanna feel a little longer on the other side of the Channel! Hey, that’s my Tumblr after all, not yours, isn’t it?
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“How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?” Sherlock Holmes.
I’m captivated by this subway station wall, covered by electric cables from top to bottom.

London, Baker Street subway station, November 2012 (mobile).

Okay, I know, two days ago, I said “London, so long, adios, farewell, hasta la vista!” Okay, I took pix in Paris these last days. But I wanna feel a little longer on the other side of the Channel! Hey, that’s my Tumblr after all, not yours, isn’t it?

“Ring! Ring! It’s 7am!Move y’self to go againCold water in the faceBrings you back to this awful placeKnuckle merchants and you bankers, too.” The Clash. London, subway, November 2012.
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“Ring! Ring! It’s 7am!
Move y’self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too.” The Clash.

London, subway, November 2012.

“‘C’est la vie’, says the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.” I was just dreaming about a little time travelling. To pass the time in the subway. And to change my raw usual style. Paris, subway, November 2012 (mobile).
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“‘C’est la vie’, says the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.”

I was just dreaming about a little time travelling. To pass the time in the subway. And to change my raw usual style.

Paris, subway, November 2012 (mobile).

“One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That’s our country, our fatherland - and no other.” Emil Michel Cioran. Paris, subway, June 2012.
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“One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That’s our country, our fatherland - and no other.” Emil Michel Cioran.

Paris, subway, June 2012.

Floating memory.  “Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.” Oscar Wilde. Paris, subway, June 2012. subway in Paris by Clok on EyeEm
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Floating memory. 

“Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.” Oscar Wilde.

Paris, subway, June 2012.

subway in Paris by Clok on EyeEm

Begging in the subway. I hesitated a lot to take this photo, then to post it. Moreover, it was rather badly perceived. But it’s also a scene of the 2012’s Paris. It’s not a very frequent scene — he dragged himself on the ground. I don’t know if he feigned or if he was really handicaped. But I guess that we perceive the other travelers emotion. Am I wrong or not? I do not know. I can be this beggar, tomorrow. I testify for my city, and I cry with her as I also laugh & love with her at other times. Just before this one, I took a lovers “typically Parisian” photo, if one of you wants to see it, just tell me, I’ll post it here too. Paris, subway, June 8th, 2012.
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Begging in the subway.

I hesitated a lot to take this photo, then to post it. Moreover, it was rather badly perceived.
But it’s also a scene of the 2012’s Paris. It’s not a very frequent scene — he dragged himself on the ground. I don’t know if he feigned or if he was really handicaped. But I guess that we perceive the other travelers emotion.
Am I wrong or not? I do not know. I can be this beggar, tomorrow.
I testify for my city, and I cry with her as I also laugh & love with her at other times.

Just before this one, I took a lovers “typically Parisian” photo, if one of you wants to see it, just tell me, I’ll post it here too.

Paris, subway, June 8th, 2012.