Paris | To who look, who looks us, what look?

Paris, city of the light, of the art, full of history, of meetings among people and full of the diversity. 
City that traps you whenever you go and by a lot that the visits always see something that left you the anterior time. 
Full of gazes that look, at the same time that look...
We look to his people, try to know that it is of them and what do in this lovely city. It goes us the gaze to those that are not precisely stereotypes of Parisians, to those that live differently to the concept that have of city cosmopolita. Some enjoy it, others visit it, and there is the one who suffers it while others do of her a daily routine, and at the same time there is somebody that uses it like object of his entertainments and but deep passions. 
At the end you finish asking you when you look them... To who look? Who looks us while we look to which look us? What do? And overcoat, what looked has Paris that it is able to join history, art, tendencies, culture and cultures, routines, mediocrity, extreme luxury and a sinfín of things more? 
Look and that look me in Paris has been an experience that already spend in my vital rucksack, so difficult to count in words like worthy to have it lived, that has marked this trip and has spent to the most intimate. It is that that has me traspasado the retina and the obturador of my camera to touch me the soul and as no... So that again when going me, as always... It go back me to say that it go back so that again it look it, now yes! With the soul.
And especially, to go back to feel that feeling indescriptible....
Be discovered while you look.


Fotobox Fotografia | Xavi Martins