Paris One Forty: Week Twelve

A face like Robin Williams, colors not found in nature — a clown pulls focus on a grey afternoon, outside the Louvre. pic.twitter.com/OpA3KQMeAS

— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) November 4, 2014

Dogs rule the world in Paris — or at least the street. This larger specimen sits, appropriately, outside a rug store. pic.twitter.com/sm9o71gjf6

— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) November 5, 2014

Even handmade typography is impeccable — the loop of a 2, two triangles together combining to give birth to an arrow. pic.twitter.com/Ze3dw8ITny

— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) November 6, 2014

Paris at night, the stalls in a marché a few hours before the action starts, the Eiffel Tower like a watchful mother. pic.twitter.com/Ex6KngnwO5

— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) November 7, 2014

Old magazine pages serve as visual inventories for bits of fabric, each a remnant of a forgotten story I wish I knew. pic.twitter.com/QzWzqSfjL2

— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) November 8, 2014

Mannequins are a staple at Parisian flea markets. Amputated torsos, fractured limbs, they’re oddly, distantly, human. pic.twitter.com/L7sNFfYrsi

— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) November 9, 2014

Post-Toussaint in a city with no Thanksgiving, Christmas ornaments beckon — a 17th-century Dutch painting, in shadow. pic.twitter.com/8gULwvcylk

— Jessica Helfand (@ParisOneForty) November 10, 2014