RESTORATION

IMAGES BY OLIVIA RODRIGUES '18

A collection of moments between my time in Paris and Versailles. I arrived in La République the morning after the terrorist attack on Charlie Hebdo. In the wake of the attack, the city began a restorative process in morale. The pavemented was pasted with "Je Suis Charlie" posters from the night before, it felt fresh, present, real. In some cases the iconic catchphrase was literally tangible, a thing to be damped and swept up in the coming days.

My day trip to Versailles was meant to be a distracting day away from Paris, but the place was haunted by the same ghosts as Paris. They had just lingered longer. I mean it was in fucking 1789 when it all went down, but there's a more literal restorative effort.