Whiplash travel always feels so dream-like. Your head is hazy. Every conversation, every excursion feels a little surreal. And then you return, you take that cab back into the city and it’s just as you’ve left it. You’re left wondering how much of that trip was real and how much is [...]

After a good sexual experience, I lust and throb for another 48 hours or so. I’m struck by short bursts of fresh memory – visual, aural, tactile – and it distracts me.
I made my way to the Bibliothèque Nationale to see the L’Enfer de la Bibliothèque exhibition – an exhibition of sexually explicit texts [...]

I was looking at the one on the right.
I’ve started doing this now, snapping quick shots of strangers with my phone as I check them out. Unfortunately, I do this quickly, so the shots are usually blurry. I snapped a few tonight in the Marais, but I was too hasty and they came [...]