Looking up, there is another city above the one most people photograph. Inside the arcades, it might as well be 1900. pic.twitter.com/Y8U6px4Ko0
— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) August 20, 2014
"Minime" means minimal in France, land of all that is maximal, opulent, and over-the-top. Even (and especially) here. pic.twitter.com/SCIet2dmRd
— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) August 20, 2014
Vegetables at the Marché Bastille. Pencils in the BHV Marais. Together, they oblige us to reconsider true perfection. pic.twitter.com/xfCimnINRh
— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) August 21, 2014
Poor Adélaide Blet cared for her ailing mother, only to be felled by a ball in her 19th year. Mama died 5 days later. pic.twitter.com/f4v28KnDWp
— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) August 22, 2014
Where do chairs go when they are waiting for their close-up?Impromptu still-life of seats without purpose in the 3rd. pic.twitter.com/H6jpjqhKAc
— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) August 23, 2014
Arms. Legs. Shoes. Just not together. A typical morning at the Puces, or flea market at Clignancourt. Plus ça change. pic.twitter.com/vpxAPZQKGX
— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) August 24, 2014
During the war, more than 11,400 Jewish children were deported and killed in extermination camps. Do not forget them. pic.twitter.com/QRv5eGPld6
— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) August 25, 2014
