Guest Artist: Jacques - Subway #2

A series of photographs and favorite poems from Jacques, a Frenchman who wanders through Her New York, capturing little mysteries and secret corners.

Ce que les hommes nomment amour
Est bien petit, bien restreint et bien faible,
Comparé à cette ineffable orgie,
À cette sainte prostitution de l’âme qui se donne tout entière,
Poésie et charité, à l'imprévu qui se montre,
À l'inconnu qui passe.

Charles Baudelaire, "Les Foules"

"What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes."

Charles Baudelaire, “Crowd” (translated by William A. Sigler)

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No photograph may be used without permission from Jacques. Please contact my private coney for more information.