Eleven years ago, I moved from France to Montreal. I’d always been attracted by North American culture, and with my graphic designer job contract in Paris ending, it was the perfect time to experiment with living in a different country.
The first years were full of novelties and frequently amazed me: the Plateau architecture! The skyscrapers! The deep freeze of the winters, and the way the trees, parks, flowers sprang back to life in spring. But after a while, the routines of daily life started to fade my sense of discovery.
I was studying photography at Concordia University and also working almost full-time; most of my classes were in the evening. Making my way home, I started noticing that some places I found boring in the morning became beautiful at night. It felt like looking at them for the first time.
I grew up in Lyon, France, where every ...