These days, Paris appears to be a cumulation of beautifully nonchalant women with glamorous jobs, terribly high heels, perfect long hair that are all posing on the chalky paths of the Jardins des Tuileries before fashion shows. While this is all very wonderful and true, the capital is still bustling with people, not wearing the latest by Yves or Laurent, but 'simply' snap-shooting themselves in tourist gear in front of the Eiffel Tower.
Snap-shooting the picture that their guides are adorned with, with the exact same compulsive frenzy those photographers are capturing those ladies, performing those model-like poses they idealize and manufacture.
The camera framing that ideal of what they were suppose to see.
Finally capturing the aura of our social antennas.
