Between the lines and through the lens…
I walk over drying leaves in this season of the fall, crisp tissue freshly fallen under foot, less colour, more contours, more concern to be connected than to be a contrast. At first blast, I was off and running from connection, the interjection of other’s concerns, I was not to be collected in a […]
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There will always be a part of me standing by the water’s edge, watching how much of us got washed away and wondering how much more sunk so deep below the surface that it is now a captive more to your careful concrete than that ever coldly cutting current. All words and […]
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All photographs by Damien B Donnelly The final photograph is me, today, back at Alesia, the 14th arrondissement of Paris where I first lived over 4 years ago when I came back to live in Paris for the second time. Today I was back here for lunch today with Mary, my dear Irish friend, who […]
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Coming in is easy. Learning when to leave is an art not easily understood. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This month is about getting ready to leave Paris, for good. Today will also be my last day as pattern maker at the Paris fashion design atelier of & Other […]
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Last Sunday, this masterpiece of beaux-arts architecture, le Grand Palais was open to the public for a few hours and I rushed in along with fantastic photographer, and now street sketch artist, Mike Powell, on one of his last days in Paris, in order to snap a little of the light under the glass. All […]
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I sit in between streets, in between ageing and learning, learning to forget and trying to remember, eating time before it’s cleared away as people pass, some looking and leaning, some desiring to linger, longer, not knowing I’m soon to be going, not noting I’ve been removed from the menu, replaced in his city […]
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For Liz… All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly At D’Illimination, Jardin des Plantes, Paris, 26th Nov, 2019
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