In the late 1980’s I arrived in Paris, 34 years old, with 15 years of New York City in my baggage and a French husband by my side. I’d sold my darkroom equipment and stored my artwork and photos in my parents’ attic, and was allowing myself one year to decide how to remake my life.

Expectations exist even in unplanned lives, and rarely unroll as expected. After a year Frédéric and I were faced with returning to New York, or finding the means to remain in Paris. Determined to stay, we created a retail business that we nurtured for over 25 years. As online sales in our sector caught on, I bought a digital SLR and taught myself the new technology in order to photograph the products we would showcase online.

Perhaps that camera was the catalyst? Gazing through a viewfinder again, considering depth of field? Eschewing the Auto button? That unmistakeable sound of a shutter-click? Street photography had been my passion back in New York, and as I wandered the now-familiar Parisian streets camera in hand, the love flowed back.

Fortune (abetted by hard work) smiled upon us and we sold our business in 2017. I bought a second-hand digital Leica M that I adore, and resuscitated my old Canon SLR and my father’s even older 6x6 Rollei. Eyesight does diminish with age, but my vision returned intact.

Most of the photos on this site are digital. Some are analog survivors from the 70’s and

80’s, and a few are experimental analog from 2020 and on.