In the beginning of my photographic affair with the city of love, I felt like an unsatisfied lover. I was lazily capturing snapshots rather than revealing the smoldering essence of the city and its people. Yet, as I was disappointed with myself and my progress, I came across a resplendent man of impeccable style and grace. A Black Parisian has a gift of atypical elegance and rhythm, sauntering through the city of lights with their own iridescent brilliance. This man's gaze was familial, as if to say, "we are kin, distant through time and place yet our souls belong to the same tribe. Greetings my brother." Capturing his essence gave me the breath of inspiration I needed to truly experience and document Paris' glorious splendor and magnificence.