It was a quiet afternoon in Paris as the French Capital city was still under the spell of the holiday season which its inhabitants, in their gallic spirit, almost consider a sacred period of the year.

We had arranged to meet, at the last minute, for an unexpected photo session in one of my friend's appartment, a humble bachelor pad situated in a building at the outskirts of Paris within close proximity to a station of the sprawling network of the city's Metropolitan transport. With its bare walls painted of immaculate white plaster and flooded with the bright mid-afternoon light coming from the large windows, the place sometimes served as a photographic studio when the occasion arose...