Hugo Konig

Hugo König liked to wander the backstreets of Paris with a sketchbook and a cheap camera, always stopping to jot down the way light hit a crumbling wall or a single red door. He turned those quiet moments into prints with a dry, almost brittle line, nothing dramatic, just the hushed presence of ordinary things. If you’ve ever walked past an old Parisian courtyard and felt the pull to stop and stare, look up his print La câmp and see what he saw in the muted glow of an afternoon.