I lived in Paris, taught and traveled throughout the city via the underground subway system, the Metro. One day, I noticed a wall with decaying layers of plastered images – ads upon ads, notices upon notices – stripped this way and that revealing unexpected beauty and harmony. I couldn’t take my eyes off of this compilation of images. The subway train arrived and I left but I couldn’t get this mysteriously compelling image out of my head. Later that day, I went back and photographed what a passerby would consider “visual trash.” In the days, months and years that have followed, I have been drawn back to Paris spending countless hours in the underground tunnels in search of and in photographing these images.