I've just returned from a trip to the Archives d'Outre Mer in Aix-en-Provence. I'm not feeling well, though, now. I may have caught an illness from the 1920s, locked in an archival box.
I took these photographs at the École Normale Supérieure on Sunday night, before leaving for Provence. The roses at the school are beautiful at the moment, tall and pink and crowding around the fountain, and I wanted to get some pictures of them at night, when they're not — without flash — really visible and so feel more mysterious, all scent and outline sometimes blowing in the wind. I'll probably also post some pictures from during the day soon, and maybe also some pictures from the evening with fewer light leaks, but I like the way these turned out, smokey and strange.
