Standing. Restless leaning. Wayward and stolen glances that issue from love affairs with a new phone. The difference between walking, and walking away.
I would like to learn to get down the gestures of everyday life as they happen. I spent one afternoon on Geneva’s Rive gauche. I played tourist and took furtive pictures of passersby like an awkward high school art student. In the Fall, the Rive Gauche is a good place to find bored taxi drivers and women in swooping wool coats walking uphill into the cobbled streets of the Vieille Ville. I find that the best subjects for this kind of referencing exercise are people in a hurry, or standing-still people who are too distracted to notice that they are doing something interesting.
