PARIS88: ECHOES OF A LOST ERA

The air crackles with the phantom scent of Gauloises cigarettes and cheap perfume. Paris, 1988, paris88 glimmers in our memories as a city of roaring energy, where music pulsated through the streets and the dawn unveiled a world painted vibrantly. The graffiti on once-bleak walls screamed tales of dreams both fulfilled, while the rhythm of the city