Victorian Paris

If you stood at the Place de la Bourse on a weekday afternoon in the 1870s, you might have mistaken the scene for a riot with a dress code.

Beneath the gaslit streets of nineteenth-century Paris, beneath the clatter of carriages over cobblestones and the cries of marchands ambulants, lay another city altogether — silent, cold, and made entirely of bones.

Edgar Degas: Place de la Concorde, 1875 The street is deafening.

Every June, the Bois de Boulogne lost its mind.

In 1886, the French government faced a delightful problem.

Every first of April, something quietly absurd overtakes the French.

Long before digital filters, AI generators, or sophisticated editing suites, photographers were already bending reality to their will.

Related post: Map of Paris circa 1910

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