Le vieux Paris n’est plus (la forme d’une ville
Change plus vite, hélas ! que le coeur d’un mortel)
–Les Fleurs du Mal
What I like about this capture is the tall young man in white looking out of the frame as if embarrassed by the fugitive carelessness of being young.
These are photography students, it turned out, at a university upstate. They complained that their friends objected to being photographed so much, but how could they develop their art if they didn’t keep photographing their friends?