PARIS88: ECHOES OF A LOST ERA

The air pulsates with the phantom scent of Gauloises cigarettes and cheap perfume. Paris, 1988, flickers in our memories as a city of roaring energy, where music pulsated through the streets and the dawn unveiled a world painted passionately. The graffiti on once-bleak walls screamed tales of dreams both chased, while the rhythm of the city beckone