People often ask me: "So Stéphanie, how do you pick which Parisians to photograph?"
It's a bona fide hunt: I spy, I eavesdrop, sometimes I pretend to look at a shop window...
Oftentimes I scurry past them and then slow down... turn around. In the case of Julien, I trailed him for nearly a mile.
Like most times, there's a wacky debate going on in my head: "I love his style... but is he maybe a little too much of a dandy? Or too hipster ... Definitely too Dandypster." I finally decide to go my own way.
The 10 seconds that follow are crucial: I suddenly stop making up excuses, turn back and run back to him. "Can I take a picture of you?"
After 2 photos, magic happens. My inhibitions lift and I can finally discover someone's true personality.
This is how I roll. So beware my fellow Parisians... You are being watched.