Fear and loathing in a picture-perfect socialist metropolisLong after my arrival home, I make my way to a photo lab. It only takes an hour to have the photos developed, but it took months to remember to drop off the canister. When I get back a stack of photos, I'm reminded why 35mm has its charm: you get to see your life in a beautiful grainy retrospect that can't be achieved in an instant.
In all honesty, I remember little more than how to focus a lens from my teenage photography classes. But I'm always pleased with what develops, anyways.
Below are some photos from my time in Paris, in all of their grainy goodness. Enjoy the afterglow. 
Cage in the tourists
Cage in the tourists
The streets will take you where you've always been
A Canadian werewolf in Paris
Art is on the outside
The architecture of the outdoors
The girl in the red coat, to whom I'm forever grateful
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