paris...was it a dream?

Back in Tuscany, the only evidence I have of my weekend trip to Paris now are souvenirs and photographs. I loved Paris very much. I can't believe it was just last week that I was there skipping down the Seine River, wandering around the Tuilleres, indulging on a lemon-sugar crepe on the Champ-Elysees. The art, the architecture, the patisseries (!), the parks... Paris, je'taime. I can't wait to return.

i love this photo because...

i love this photo because it feels like the kind of photo you find in the drawer of a bureau, a bureau you buy at a little antique store that you happen to drive by one cold November day, a bureau you just have to have, so you rope it on top of your beat-up station wagon, and you get home and start filling the drawers with your own things--soaps, panties, mended socks--and hmm, you say to yourself, what's this? You flip the photo over and try to read the faded blue ink but can't make out the names or the date. You turn it over again and sit looking at them for a long minute, wondering if they are happy.

- nicole callihan

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i love elliot erwitt's photography. i think he is brilliant. the one above is my favorite, but it is not at all representative of his portfolio. he is known for his black and white candid shots of absurd situations within everyday settings -- the master of the "indecisive moment"