08/11/2025
The Farewell
James Tissot
James Tissot was obsessed with the choreography of small, private moments in public space. Not grand myth. Not gods. Not legends. Just the modern city — and the quiet, human theatre inside it. A kiss before the train leaves. Two lives caught in a fraction of a second, before distance starts. Victorian society was strict, coded, formal. But Tissot was always looking for these little cracks where intimacy leaked through. The umbrella hanging there like a paused gesture. The hand gripping the brass rail. The weight of fabric. The weight of time. Every tiny detail is a timestamp. A love scene squeezed between timetables and iron wheels.
I like how Tissot turns something ordinary — people travelling — into something emotional and cinematic. Almost like a still from a film that doesn’t exist yet. A film your brain completes by itself. Because everybody knows the feeling of a goodbye you don’t want to end.