This is Gabi; he has been a shepherd his entire life. In Grambois, we called him the lawnmower because he would bring his sheep over to cut, i.e. eat, the grass.
While driving home, I spotted the local shepherd with his flock and some friends. When I approached the shepherd for a quick chat, his friends hopped in their car and headed off into (or, rather, away from) the sunset.
I love this intersection at St. Germain and rue Bonaparte with the city’s best known cafes in the background. Late one night, this woman rode by. She was fast, but my shutter was slow, producing the motion blur.
Yes, helmets are required these days, even in the West Village.
Here’s my friend Coco and her dog Butter at Esprit Park.
My buddy Boone and I received a some free rolls of Kodachrome on Christmas and had to shoot them in a hurry before worldwide processing of Kodak’s famous slide film stopped entirely. So, we shot them in a hurry, which led to several cliched shots, such as this one of the Golden Gate Bridge. But, holy moly, those colors!
Perhaps, the man on the right wishes he had an aperitif instead of a coffee.
While walking back from a exhibition opening at la Petite Poule Noire in Paris, I saw these two boys spending a Saturday evening playing outside their doorway on the boulevard Beaumarchais.
Le Bon Marché is the oldest and most famous department store in Paris. Although it’s no longer the place to see the best and latest fashions, visiting the store is still a fun, albeit often unaffordable experience.
I was driving through Provence when I saw this basketball field located in the middle of a soccer field. Somehow, I guess that no one has played there recently.