Montmartre is more than just a hill in Paris—it’s a heartbeat that echoes with the footsteps of legends. I spent my time there chasing shadows, walking the same crooked streets once wandered by the likes of Picasso, Modigliani, and Toulouse-Lautrec. With camera in hand, I followed their path—not to find what they saw, but to see what remains.
This series is a quiet tribute to the places that shaped them: the cafés that fueled their fire, the corners where ideas were born, the light that spilled across canvases long gone. Montmartre still hums with that old creative energy, and through these photos, I tried to catch a flicker of it before it disappeared around the next bend.
