A visual stroll through Paris, where the walls still whisper.

This series was born from the quiet tension between memory and presence where Serge Gainsbourg’s gaze lingers on torn posters, and the city breathes through peeling textures, muted tones, and soft defiance. Feminine, grounded, and alert I move through these streets as if meeting the past halfway.

It’s not nostalgia. It’s a conversation I didn’t know I needed.