PARIS88: ECHOES OF A LOST ERA

The air pulsates with the phantom scent of Gauloises cigarettes and cheap perfume. Paris, 1988, shimmers in our memories as a city of revolution energy, where music pulsated through the streets and the dawn unveiled a world painted vividly. The graffiti on once-bleak paris88 walls whispered tales of dreams both chased, while the rhythm of the city