The perspectives change with speed and height. You can suddenly move from selective contemplation to finding yourself on a meta-level in a matter of seconds, like when the plane’s wheels stop touching the tarmac and you are elevated to another space. 

Each speed carries a different experience. 

The slowest way of movement, walking, is perhaps the most rewarding. With bikes, scooters, cars etc. providing a faster moving picture, walking lets you appreciate the fine detail. It enables you focus, take it in, and find your emotional response.

Yes, you can stop your car or your bike and do the same but how do you know something did not escape your attention a few meters back? What will you do with the bike or a car if you want to pursue the space in more detail? 

I consider myself an amateur flâneur (en. stroller). Each week I learn how to move in a less hectic manner. It’s not an easy task but the reward is at my fingertips. The lines, sways, surfaces, seconds, sounds, align in once in a moment experience. I won’t find the same tomorrow, and I did not see the same yesterday. 

That is if I see instead of just looking.

PS. You can read how being a flâneur shaped itself in Paris in Esquire.


“The eye should learn to listen before it looks.”
― Robert Frank


A story never written in reality that really happened.

Using Format